Crazy things folks. This morning, the wife and I were walking to school, going west on 55th Street and crossing Kimbark. We right in the middle of the north-south street (re: standing in the middle of Kimbark), when there was a car wreck on the east-west (55th). One car hit another which then swerved and hit *another,* pushing the third around pretty good. We've certainly been *in* accidents before - and on the interstate at that. But it was just a pretty vulnerable feeling, for some reason. I don't even know exactly what happened. I am aware of grabbing Shawna's wrist, and *yanking* her towards the curb and deeper into the street (north, away from the accdient). I don't even remember *thinking* that - it just happened. Instincts are fucked up.
But everyone, including the folks in the accident, are all right. It was just a bit more excitement than I'm used to.
But everyone, including the folks in the accident, are all right. It was just a bit more excitement than I'm used to.
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Let's just say there has been a lot of unpleasantness. I don't want to go into the details because the are graphic and gruesome.
The important thing is that they renew my Vicodin script today.