I saw a bus run over a man in Chicago. First, the bus jumped the curb. Then the bus squished the man. I remember blood squirted out of the man from a few different places. Then the bus driver stopped the bus. He got out of the bus and looked around at the blood. He seemed confused that there was so much blood. He looked at the blood pooling on the sidewalk and dripping down the curb into the street. I remember feeling impressed by how much it sparkled in the sunlight. Now, every time I watch my dogs run in the back yard, I think about the blood squirting out of the man and pooling on the sidewalk and dripping into the street. I'm not really sure why. Oh—look, see? Look how fast they are. Damn! They go so fast, right?