Obilansk
You’re pushing a wheelbarrow full of bricks up a hill when the wheel flies off, takes you down like a domino, and you end up with a broken neck and a mouth full of dirt.
I was the king of the hill. Now I’m the king of the dirt.
The wheelbarrow said, ‘You’re not the boss of me.’
I crashed down the hill like I was being chased by a brick.