Testosterone boy said:
More than you can know, I was lying in bed this morning contemplating the turn of events:
One car totalled, other undriveable because it has a clutch. Totalled car will yield very little insurance money because it was 14 years old. Had new $2100 transmission and $600 in new Michelin tires. Won't get any of that back and one of the tires got destroyed.
Insurance policy didn't include rental car because I had two cars and figured I didn't need it.
Can't perform at either business of mine right now without a lot of help.
Cramps or something in bad leg are excruciating. Took me an hour to be able to stand up. I came awfully close to shooting myself. They come and go every 30 seconds and it is too painful to massage today.
I was investing aggressively in a new business, I am flat broke for that reason. Yet I have medical bills and painkillers to pay for.
Nobody gives a damn anymore. They ask about lawyers and insurance. Society has gone beserk.
Very frankly...I would very much like to be dead right now. The future looks awfully grim.
no car I can count on
no significant income due to lack of mobility
nerves are shot
mounting expenses
nobody cares
excruciating pain
left hip is cracked
right hip is painful
left leg is killing me
I can't get around today
I would shoot myself if I didn't still have some percocet. Muscles can cause extreme pain
This is about as bad as it gets right now
Could be alot worse man, here's a buddy of mines thread from my other board and who I IRC chat with on his car accident last weekend. It was called a weekend of death
Being all too familiar with the algorithms of the DV, I'm sure no one has noticed my absence over the past few days, but it's been a fairly rough few days.
Saturday night I was sitting at my computer playing Bejeweled 2 Deluxe, my latest habitual addiction, when I decided to call around and see what was transpiring with everyone. After determining that everyone was either occupied with plans or already gone, I got a call from my friend Joseph. Some of you might know of him; over the last few weeks he's been showing up in IRC under the name Bartolimis.
We broadcasted our progress in IRC on his computer, I think AgntOrnge was in there, and Dr. Eyepatch, maybe Scrut, I can't remember who else. That morning we both felt great. We headed out to drive around in the beautiful spring weather.
We drove around randomly for awhile, just enjoying the warmth and fresh vivid greenery and springtime in general, then headed to Lockwood, a nearby town, to see some of his old friends. We chatted a bit, then headed out. I picked up a pint of Southern Comfort at a local store and he drove so I could drink a bit. We were headed back to his place, as it was about noon.
We were flying down the highway at about 60mph and there was beautiful, sprawling green meadows on both sides of us. He had the window down to smoke, and the wind was chilly so he still had his coat on. He finished smoking and rolled up the window. Then he took his seat belt off to get his coat off. As he twisted to toss it into the back seat, we hit the bottom of a hill, so that great G-force was applied to the front tires. The front tires suddenly wobbled and squalled, and as he only had one hand on the wheel he had little hope of pulling out of the slide. The car slid one way and then the other, wildly fish-tailing as he tried to regain control, but we were going too fast and the road was too narrow to allow room for error.
The car flew sideways and then forward towards the meadow on the right at a twisted diagonal angle. It struck the grassy embankment with incredibly violent force. The next few seconds are a blur of motion and noise and violence in my shattered memory, but we rolled at least five or six times. The car bounced off of every side it had; top and bottom, driver and passenger sides, front and rear. When the demolished car slammed to a stop over a hundred feet later out in the meadow on its crushed and blown-out wheels and bent axles, I was in shock for only a second before survival instinct kicked in and I shook my body to make sure I could move it and it was still all there. I was unhurt. But I was alone in the car.
The door was wedged shut, so I crawled out the passenger-side window (the glass was long-gone) and fell to to grassy ground, then got up and began stumbling around looking for Joseph and calling for him. Stuff was EVERYWHERE.; the entire meadow was littered with CD's and CD wallets, books, electronics, everything that was in my car was scattere around. I spotted his puffy orange coat about thirty feet from the final resting place of the car, and ran to it but he was not there. I started back toward the car, and then saw him about ten feet closer to the car than the coat.
I ran to him and yelled, but he didn't respond. He was just laying there on his back in the green spring grass in his blue T-shirt and khakis with his arms at his side, almost peacefully. His neck was twisted badly and his face was swollen and red. There was blood coming out of his nose and mouth and ears. His eyes were half-open but the light was gone. He was dead, neck broken.
I knelt and touched his face knowing it was the last time I would feel that warmth from him, although it was only an echo of his life. Then I stumbled back to the car, looking for my phone to call 911. It wasn't there, but I saw the Southern Comfort bottle and threw it as far as I could. No point in worsening the situation. Suddenly I heard the high-pitched ring-tone of my cell phone. I ran twoards the sound, finding the phone lying unharmed in the grass about 40 feet from the car. I didn't recognize the number so I did not answer; this was no time for conversation. Some guy drove by and stopped, asking if I needed help, but it was beyond that at this point. I called 911 and within minutes it was pretty well over. They took me to the ER and ran some X-Rays, but I was essentially unscathed.
I've been sitting in my room lamenting for a few days now. I have whiplash, and seat-belt bruises on my chest, and my face and eyes are still bruised from the airbags. Joseph's funeral is this Saturday. I have yet to speak to his parents, and dread it.
I'm not sure where to go from here; he was my last friend. The rest moved away or married off or died somehow. Now I'm alone, no strings attached. It's time to make some large decisions. But that's another thread, one that I am about to make.
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