crash

I haven't had the energy, time, and so forth, to do anything with this blog -- not yet.

Blog entires are incredibly odd -- each one, a very, very, very public note to self sort of thing. I'm a rather private person, so what I'm doing here, exactly, remains to be seen, and so forth.

Ten years ago, I was involved in a high speed collision in south Miami, on the edge of Coral Gables, during a torrential downpour. Limited to no visibility. An elderly gentleman, who I suspected was rather medicated, slammed into me, sending the vehicle that I was driving in a spin -- multiple 360's. The gentleman was unharmed -- I repeatedly asked the officers once they finally showed up. I was incredibly rattled, and my neck really snapped hard in the spin(s).

My now f-o-r-m-e-r fiancé took me to the hospital, where they gave me a neck wrap, muscle relaxants, and pain meds. But her only real concern was the fact that the car, her car, was totaled. Her Dad had given her the car, an old Toyota, and had since passed away. I'm not sure which made me feel worse -- the fact that I had demolished this material link to her father, or that she held my own life in such obvious disregard.

She had been discussing the idea of trading the car in for months in order to get a new van. But, she didn't have the cash. With the insurance money, she finally could. Nonetheless, I became a sort of "big bad," and was never forgiven for that accident.

The storm off the coast that day, not far from where Andrew had made landfall, washed my third eye (thinking of Bill Hicks), forcing me to realize that the life I thought I had, and my love as I knew it, was already over. I was fine.

"That's great it starts with an earthquake ..."