One morning, when I was 19.... I woke up....
and I felt something was wrong.
I felt something bad would happen... to me...
something violent and painful.
My friend ~Anthony~
came to my house that morning.
He saw my face.... and he asked....
“What’s wrong?!”
I told him my feeling. And he said I was crazy.
Later that night,
I was out by the beach (1am)
with different friends.
I was in the street and a fast car came.
It hit me .... and broke my leg.
By chance,
Anthony was at the beach too, walking by.
He watched me get hit.
He now believes I am not crazy.