That day I got discharged my friend took me around asking if I remembered everything that happened there. Whenever he stepped in the street I looked for cars, then a car came out of nowhere and I pulled him so hard he fell and broke his wrist. "What the fuck man" he yells. "You almost got run over" i say as I point to the tire marks. "Wait how did you notice a car going that fast, you got discharged 3 hours ago" he asks. Now I wonder if I should tell him.