I step onto the street and I fall with the hesitance of a scared cat among screeching tires, or a hidden sun among dark clouds. The pavement is wet and hard, my body dragged among flattened bodies of animals in cake-dried blood; dragged along the rain-washed, sun-dried paths reeking of sour smell, as though rain itself is vinegar, pouring down the scarred flat surfaces that lay suppine - helpless.