I just baby bombed

I took my son on Carl's bike to get him home faster and funner by bus.
We kept having fun and the bus never caught up to us so we biked the whole way from SE Hawthorne to Deep NE Dekum, it was a white knuckle ride but we both bonded.
We stopped at a sub shop and ate, he pissed his pants and got a diaper change in a bus shelter.
The first 20 min he was cheering, then ten min. of silence then some whining just as we got home.
That boy will sleep well tonight.
Before I left Caffo's roomie and her both gave me chicken, one a leg, the other a cassarol in a cottage cheese container with a lid.
I put them in my bag and set off.
I visited places that are selling my art on the way home, I can't seem to find the painting "Ice Age Chicken" anywhere.
On the way back to South East I found a side street that has a huge drop, it goes onto Klickatat street I think.
I was wondering, "are breaks ever bad for a bike?"
Uh... yes, sometimes, especially on tall bikes and this mini that I was on.
Went down one leg of the drop and was carrying too much stuff, I wasn't gonna have room to turn, I had to use the breaks.
I'm used to mild to no breaks, I appied the back pedal breaks just a little and almost painted my face all over the curb, I did it again and I was airborne...shmit!
The rolling turn became little bike throws clown three car lengths away.
I was cart wheeling and all I was thinking about was Carl's bike and my dinner.
I skidded to a stop and sat in the road for a second, both hands felt like they were hit with paddles and I could feel blood dripping down my leg.
I looked up at poor Carl's bike and hopped over to it, I checked the cranks, tires fender, steering, all fine.
That was good, I would hate to mess up someones bike.
I pedaled away and a few clicks later got the courage to check my wounds, all superficial, GREAT!
I would never do a drop like that with a kid of course.
I got out a chicken leg and had my dinner while tooling down the street in the dark.
I felt pretty lucky (I always feel lucky)even more as I passed a ghost Bike on Stark street.
There it was, a white bike chained to a pole, at first it looks like someone chained thier bike until you notice it's all white and covered in sympathy for the dead cards. Nearby I could clearly read "XOXO Nick", need a lot of flowers because someone died on a bike there. I made me realize I was really lucky.
Now I'm home, I'm gonna put on some clean clothing and go see Meghan cross town.
I really hope I get some good "I am earsplitter" fodder.