Based on a TRUE STORY

He picked the hitchhiker up on the highway. Initially he drove past the scruffy looking bloke (as the assessment he made going at 80km/hr told him: 'Here's trouble' but then he changed his mind. One's instincts play a great part in one's destiny...he made a U turn at the next possible place that the law allowed him. He was full of tats and the muscles on him were quite 'threatening.' On the way the kind driver was thanked for his good deed.

'De nada' He replied. 'It's nothing.'

Soon the atmosphere eased up and they could have known each other for years, the way they were talking. They spoke about many things.

'Karma has a funny sense of humor.' The hitchhiker bloke concluded from the discussion about death. That all started when the bloke said thanks and the fella said 'de nada' and the bloke said  no, really, thanks, I would have been walking for ages if it wasn't for you, as i have been walking for ages before you came. Nobody picks anyone up anymore these days. When we were kids everyone was stopping for ya...but now  nothing! society's so paranoid, so scared these days. Everyone so scared of being harmed and slaughtered and ripped to shreds'

'Alright alright i get the point.' The fella was startn’ to get nervous.

'It's all that bullshit money hungry media  those cunts just love spreading the bad news...and people buy it, and then scarey 'based on a true story' movies are made and everyone just pisses their pants more and more, and then there are those totally wacky non true story ie fictional movies about businessmen by day psychokillers by night...and then those paranoid prone people out there suspect anyone and everyone. Now I know that I'm not the most normal looking bloke out there, with the tats and the beard and all,

'No' the fella agreed,

The bloke gave the fella a funny look before continuing, 'Anyway, I'm not the most harmless looking bloke, bu...'

'No,' the fella interrupted again.

The bloke gave the fella another funny look before continuing, 'But i'm certainly no pychokiller  except in that brainwashed public's eyes.  Ah...it's just so out of proportion.' Silence followed the bloke's speech as he continued to shake his head in a ‘shame on the world’ sort of manner.

'It gets me so mad.' He couldn't help himself.

'I can see,' the fella nodded.

'See the way I look at it,' the fella continued, 'Why get caught up in all that? I know I'm a little naive, but I  prefer to think of society as a  beautiful gigantic apple tree, with thousands and thousands of delicious apples dangling from the golden branches. And amongst all those lovely specimens there is one, maybe two apples which look so great on the outside but are actually totally disgustingly rotten on the inside, full of gut eating and body infiltrating bugs which intoxicate you into an excruciating stupor as you slowly deteriorate to a tormenting untimely end...the way i see it, you can walk around life avoiding those apple trees altogether or you could go cuttin’em up and examining each and every one of them before you eat it, or you could take your chances and hope for the best...and that way, you always have those delicious ones in your head and you yourself feel happy overall. '

'Mmm...' the bloke nodded.

'I reckon I'm a pretty naive fella..., but i just reckon if you get knocked off for doing a good deed then that's your destiny and really your time to go.' And then that's when the bloke said what he said about Karma...and then they nodded in agreement and then they spoke of other mischievous things, girls music and some more about society, and then the fella complained of these strange abdominal pains he'd been having for the previous few months and then it was time for the bloke to be dropped off. So soon. He stepped out of the car and waved goodbye in appreciation. 'May life be KIND to Ya, young fella.' The young kind fella was U turning to return to his stressful path as he turned his head to acknowledge the wish from his guardian angel. He smiled to himself 'I'm such a kind fella'.   

BANG!

He didn't see it coming...

The horn blew loudly, ripping open the clear blue sky to make way for the fella's eternally joyous spirit. He never saw it coming, the white bus came round the bend at high speed, couldn't break in time and knocked the fella right off the road, spilling blood and shattered bits of glass everywhere. The kind fella instantly and painlessly died. He didn't get to say goodbye to anyone, but then he always said he hated goodbyes.

The bloke stood meters from the wreck, in amidst the cries and yells of the frightened school kid passengers, he was in another space, of peace and tranquility, replaying in his head his earlier observations:

"Karma has a funny sense of humor."

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