I was bicycling home from the liquor store last night. Sober. Not one drink. When a lady in a small car passed me and cut in front of me to turn. But instead of turning, she put her extreme braking skills to the test. I ended up hitting her back bumper and smashing into her rear window. The bottle of red wine that was tucked into my jacket broke leaving red wine everywhere and slivers of glass in my tummy. When the driver saw the wine, she freaked out thinking it was blood. When she realized it was only wine, she laughed. You bitch, I am still sore and banged up, and all I can think of is: you bitch! —Pain Killers Not Working