1/3 of My Life

I'm longboarding around a neighborhood with my friend max's pet night hawk on my left hand. He is so chill! I am thoroughly enjoying his company as we pass by a couple blocks. We just came from someones house up the street which by the way is very suburban, much like my hometown in new york.

Around then I realize I am going much too fast!!!

I'm becoming worried that i might fall but it is OK because a hill is coming up where I will slow down. As I'm attempting to keep my balance i swerve slightly into the road (Because I'm trying to stay on the right hand shoulder) and a passing white van hits my night hawk on my arm and I'm like NNOOOOOO, and I crash and my board goes flying off somewhere.

I run to go collect my board and come running back over to little night hawky who is laying in the middle of the road squirming. I am so sad for the bird and I scoop him onto my board and start to jog back to the house where everyone is along with my car.

lucky, the bird is still alive right now just very badly hurt so i break out my iphone and attempt to use my Yelp! app to find a vet, after misspelling vet once or twice (I was simultaneously jogging) I finally find a place nearby to take him.

I arrive back at the house where everyone is and i search frantically for my car because I decided not to get max before leaving, I needed to get this bird attention IMMEDIATELY! The only problem is I cannot find my car, it isnt amongst the other vehicles in the driveway. When I walk up into the garage to ask somewhere about where it is for some reason I have a conversation with Officer Dangle and the big boobed cop lady from Reno 911 about where mine is. Officer Dangle tells me I can borrow his since we can't find mine, but as he tells me I look down and realize that the birdy has died.

That's all I can remember.