Close Encounter, Ctd.

Basically, I was lucky.

Lucky that I was already more than halfway home.
Lucky the kid was so weak.
Lucky it was just one.
And so on.

Vigilance played a role, too. Keeping aware, being ready and sober, etc.

I almost wonder if the kid was just pulling some punk stunt. Teenagers aren't as strong as adults, but his hitting me on the head didn't hurt when it happened and hasn't left a mark. He didn't make any great effort to come after me once I pushed him off.

It's confusing, kind of upsetting. It doesn't feel quite real, but I keep thinking about it.