so, when i was 16, i was riding with my best friend josh, he pulled out in front of a girl we went to highschool with. she was driving a full size ford bronco, we were in a jeep wagoneer.
long story short, my friend died, i spent a total of 2 months in the hospital, and my other friends blamed(being the well ajusted jackasses they were) the girl, josh pulled out in front of for the whole thing. teenage guys can be really fucking mean, and they were.
i missed my friend, but i knew it had been his mistake. it's been said that i was actually dead for few minutes, and i was for sure in a coma for 3 days, but i never blamed the other driver.
over the years, i've tried with no success what so ever, to talk to the girl. after all we survived something horrible that completely changed our lives, and the way we saw the world. the girl, who we will call molly from now on, because that's her name, couldn't even be in the same room with me. every time i tried to talk to her she would completely lose it.
i saw her last night, and she asked for my number. then she called me a few hours later. again leaving out some details, we ended up hanging out, talking, and drinking. just the 2 of us. like normal people. well, normal drunk people. not only did we have touching moments talking about josh, but molly, and i had a really good time just being together.
stupid full moon.
she called me again today and wants to see me tonight. she is a personal trainer, a little crazy, and yeah i'll say it she is hot stuff. only the moon or the man there in, could have planned something like this. it's sure to become complicated, and disasterous.
long story short, my friend died, i spent a total of 2 months in the hospital, and my other friends blamed(being the well ajusted jackasses they were) the girl, josh pulled out in front of for the whole thing. teenage guys can be really fucking mean, and they were.
i missed my friend, but i knew it had been his mistake. it's been said that i was actually dead for few minutes, and i was for sure in a coma for 3 days, but i never blamed the other driver.
over the years, i've tried with no success what so ever, to talk to the girl. after all we survived something horrible that completely changed our lives, and the way we saw the world. the girl, who we will call molly from now on, because that's her name, couldn't even be in the same room with me. every time i tried to talk to her she would completely lose it.
i saw her last night, and she asked for my number. then she called me a few hours later. again leaving out some details, we ended up hanging out, talking, and drinking. just the 2 of us. like normal people. well, normal drunk people. not only did we have touching moments talking about josh, but molly, and i had a really good time just being together.
stupid full moon.
she called me again today and wants to see me tonight. she is a personal trainer, a little crazy, and yeah i'll say it she is hot stuff. only the moon or the man there in, could have planned something like this. it's sure to become complicated, and disasterous.