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Monday, February 24, 2014


Driving down a dark road in Alabama on the way home, my girlfriend sitting in the passenger seat beside me.  "Don't you think you should slow down?", she asks.
"No. I got this." I reply.
More curves.
Entering a curve, hitting a slick spot. The car slides.  The rear kicks to the right. The tire runs off the road.  The whole car slides sideways half on the roadway, half off along the apex of the corner.  At the exit of the corner, the car slides off the roadway, at this point, there is no saving it.  The car begins to tumble down the embankment.  I remember three rolls before nothing more.


I remember being in a daze.

I am standing in the living room of a house.  The car sits there, banged up and stripped, on the dirt floor in the living room of the house that I am standing in.

A State Trooper questions me about the accident.  Asking if I had been drinking? No.  Had I been speeding?  No; I lied.  Alright, that's all he had and he was gone.

Someone asked me if I was ready. "Yeah." Then I went to my Granny's red F150 and we left.