The Choking Kind in Bloomington, MN

I wasn't a good person.
But I wasn't bad either. I knew that.
Sometimes I caused trouble, and sometimes it came looking for me.
I'm not saying that to make you feel sorry for me. You shouldn't.
I saw everything coming, and I allowed it to happen. I wasn't naïve or careless.
I wasn't a victim. I was a deer staring at the headlights, and I paused to admire
the ethereal glow – mesmerized – uncaring about the collision that was about to take place.
It would cost me everything.