I got hit by a bus...

...tire. I'm not really sure what happened. After the Dido half of the concert, Rian and I went for dinner. One second, I was walking up Third Avenue, the next something shoved me into a building, and the next there was a tire on top of me for some reason. People came out of the building, asking if I was okay — in general, New Yorkers are a pretty helpful bunch, provided you're not some snooty-ass retarded tourist trying to make over the city into the podunk you came from — and, aside from the fact that a bus tire just clobbered me, I was. I've got a few scratches and a bruise on my leg the color of the tire, but I sort of like the look. I might even keep the just-hit-by-a-smoking-bus-tire look after I heal; it's like I just came off the set of an action movie. I'll probably lie and tell people that I just stepped off the set of an action movie, too.

I hesitate to say it — Rian tells me I can win a bigger settlement if I keep playing the victim here — but it was the most exciting thing to happen to me all week. I wish somebody had been filming it.... On second thought, I'm glad that Rian's the only one who saw it, since I probably looked like quite the doofus. Nonetheless, I found a police officer, who called an ambulance, who called two more police officers, and the paperwork began. The healing did not, however, since all the EMT's did was have me sign a form. A word of advice: don't get sick in New York City.

The whole official angle caused some major confusion, since, as you can see from the pictures below, while the tire was prostrate on the sidewalk, the bus it came from drove off, sans a wheel. We tracked down the bus later; it was parked a few blocks away and not only had the tire fallen off, but so had the brake drum, and its axle was dragging on the ground. I, on the other hand, am not missing any pieces, and I made it much farther than the bus did. So: Jay 1, Bus 0. Victory!


The offending tire 

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My triumphant victory over the tire!