This is what happened: Na na na na na na na na na na Bus at 18:21

I was waiting at the bus stop at 8 AM, too early on a Sunday to be going to school, so I was unhappy. I started to play the Katamari Damacy soundtrack on my iphone, though, which is the best soundtrack ever to start off my day. Sasasan Katamari, the first track, started playing as I looked down Noriega street toward the ocean and could see the bus coming from seven blocks away.

My chronic problem is forgetting to bring my essentials because I change bags so often. This time I had elected not to bring a bag since I was just going to rehearsal and a concert all day, so instead I had my black coat with deep pockets to hold my earplugs and water bottle, and my concert clothes already on. The bus was approaching one stop away from mine when I reflexively reached into my pocket for my wallet, and instead felt nothing.

My heart skipped a beat and everything seemed to halt as my mind raced, calculating whether or not I'd be able to run across the street and down the block to my house, go to my room and extract my wallet from my other pants, and get back to the bus stop. If I was lucky, the bus would be caught by the red light, and I'd have another 20 seconds. If only I had realized I didn't have my wallet on me earlier! Or remembered to check my pockets thoroughly in the first place before changing them and leaving.

But in the space of the second all those thoughts took to blink by, the soundtrack moved onto the Main Theme, Katamari on the Rocks. (Playing this strongly recommended). If I ever had a battle music, this track would be it. The opening stereo beats made my decision for my legs, and I was already running across the street before I knew it.

I have never felt more encouraged and purposeful than I did that morning, sprinting in all-black clothing with the power of a full brass section as a fanfare for my mission. As I opened my gate I glanced at the bus, which to God's glory was kneeling and loading one-by-one three elder citizens. I unlocked my door to a completely dark room - "Don't-a worry, do your best!" -, grabbed my wallet, and was flying back out in under ten seconds - the bus was rolling up the street again as I closed my door.

I ran back up the block, but as I was crossing the street I realized I had safely beaten the bus and would make it to the stop before it got there, and slowed down to a trot.