When I cross the
road at 7 pm, I am a celebrity. Headphones plugged in my ears that play the
background music of my life then. The
hot headlights are the blinding flashes of the annoying paparazzi. I am in a
world of my own. Swaying my butt in a sexy swagger. Almost a catwalk. Then
comes my moment of truth, when a biker almost crashes into me.
Thanks! I didn’t know that cussword, you moron.
