Life and stuff

A sudden movement a few hundred feet ahead of me; a man dressed in rags starts walking from an intersection into the street.  His signal is red, yet he continues and stops in my lane, peering intently.  Headlights beam into my left mirror.  An SUV is behind in the next lane.  The traffic light in front is green.

Less than a hundred feet left, and the man is still standing there.  I brake.  My right bumper stops short by a foot.

I can clearly see his features now.  His eyes are hard, and his expression contorted in a mean way in the midst of his face-length hair.  He is staring at me as I nervously glance at my mirrors.

The SUV on the left passes me a second later.  The man is still staring; he hasn’t moved an inch.  I jam the steering wheel as far left as I can.  The man scowls.  I look up at the signal, and laws be damned I punch through the yellow.