I hate in betweens. I really cannot stand them. Today I woke up to loud construction. I looked outside only to find my apt complex's small plot of land being paved over for a parking space. It made me think of the Counting Crow's song Paradise, obviously- but it also made me think of how, as stupid as it sounds, that small plot of land is my life right now. Everything gets paved over sooner or later, and sometimes we can't do anything to stop it. 

Last night me and my roommate were about to catch a cab home and what I assume was a homeless man asked me if I would like to buy a nice, unused pair of roller blades for $10, (my size, I might add) and at first I was hesitant. But then I thought- how often does that shit happen? So I bought them. We took a cab home and both put on one rollerblade in the cab before we exited. Let's just say we scared the cab driver a little. Sitting on the ground after falling many times on these rollerblades (we took turns trying them out) the street lights were brightly illuminating the scenario as if it was a skit. Passer-byers going to get snacks at 7-11 at 3 in the morning would laugh and say funny things as we continued to fall on our ass, laughing at our lack of roller blading skills. 

This got me to thinking. How is it that life is so random? It's not every day that some homeless guy on Boylston outside of Stevie's Pizza comes up to you and offers you a pair of new, nice roller blades that just HAPPEN to be your size and fit you perfectly. Like, honestly God... are you fucking with me?