What's wrong with me? I got so distracted by the decorative pear trees in Aiken that I completely forgot about the one-year anniversary of my auto accident.
I can't believe it. It's been one whole year since I've been behind the wheel of that dilapidated, gas-guzzling old '84 Cadillac El Dorado that I loved so much. One year since I ran that red light in Charleston and got it tangled up in the front grills of both a Mitsubishi and a shuttle bus. One year since I lost the last vestiges of my independence...and one year since I missed my latest appointment with the Reaper.
No, I had no business even surviving that accident, much less walking away with nothing more than a slight concussion, mild whiplash, and a scalp full of automotive glass. (Mom always told me I had a hard head!
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Strange. Apparently God, the Universe, Allah, Jesus, Buddha, or whatever you call your Supreme Being has got some plan, some reason to keep me around. So far, I should have been killed twice and been jailed at least three times, yet somehow I keep weaseling my way back out of it. I somehow doubt that plan consists of living with the parents in Barnwell and selling tires for the rest of my life, but...what IS the plan? What's the point? What's the meaning of it all??
As always, stay tuned...
I can't believe it. It's been one whole year since I've been behind the wheel of that dilapidated, gas-guzzling old '84 Cadillac El Dorado that I loved so much. One year since I ran that red light in Charleston and got it tangled up in the front grills of both a Mitsubishi and a shuttle bus. One year since I lost the last vestiges of my independence...and one year since I missed my latest appointment with the Reaper.
No, I had no business even surviving that accident, much less walking away with nothing more than a slight concussion, mild whiplash, and a scalp full of automotive glass. (Mom always told me I had a hard head!
)
Strange. Apparently God, the Universe, Allah, Jesus, Buddha, or whatever you call your Supreme Being has got some plan, some reason to keep me around. So far, I should have been killed twice and been jailed at least three times, yet somehow I keep weaseling my way back out of it. I somehow doubt that plan consists of living with the parents in Barnwell and selling tires for the rest of my life, but...what IS the plan? What's the point? What's the meaning of it all??
As always, stay tuned...