Once upon a time I tripped on a rock, not a big rock, but a really small one, a rock so small that it didn't even exist. I don't even know how I tripped on it. I think I was just drunk or something. Anyway, as I was walking along the highway, I noticed that these strange narrow objects were rushing passed me. There was a wall on one side of the path where the objects where rushing. I decided to jump over it. I'm not even sure how I got back to my house, actually. I took a cab, I think, but I wasn't in the cab, I was on the cab. I didn't know it was a cab though until I was sober.