Funny the things you think about in old age.

I was thinking about the time a fairly attractive chick took me home and as we were starting to get undressed I started to have a hinky feeling that something was not right. 

I turned and walked off buttoning my shirt as I walked out.

I heard her say, "Oh, hell. I wanted to go for it and you're walking out on me!"

It bothered me for quite some time until later on I heard there was a murder on the same street a couple of weeks later. I wrote down the address and it was about a block away and was unrelated.

I wondered about that for quite a while and then seemed to have forgotten about it until now. To this day I still don't know why I got the feeling and bailed out.

As I sit here I feel like I dodged a bullet of some sort. 

Funny how one remembers things like that as they get older. I have not thought about that in probably 40 years.

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