Oh-my-fucking-God.
Oh my God.
Fucking Hell yes.
I am...
holding..
my acceptance letter..
to the Art Institute of Pittsburgh.
And some other exciting news? My good friend Tina got accepted to be a Suicide Girl - and I may very well being shooting one of her sets. Maybe not the first one, but one of them.
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Happiness instilled, I am later on my way to work, stopped at a red light, waiting for my turn onto the road Pondo is located on. I am removing my retainer and preparing to put in my nose ring, when I glance up to see if the light has turned green yet.
It hasn't.
But someone else's light for the afterlife has.
I saw someone fucking die today.
A car wreck.
A collision.
T-boned.
A black van barrels into the side of a blue convertible, causing it to spin and go into the ditch beside the road. My mouth fell open and I looked away, pretending that I was imagining it all and that when I turned around nothing would be there but blue skies and clear roads. But when I looked back, there was the smashed front end and side of two vehicles, and the couple in the car in front of me were getting out and running towards it.
I felt so helpless. All I could do was sit there, turn off my CD player and just sit and stare.
I didnt have a phone on me.
No emergency equipment.
But I wanted to do something.
But I didnt.
I couldnt.
I have never experienced anything in my life like seeing a car wreck first hand. It happens so quickly, but at the same time everything feels like slow motion.
I was late for work, and stuck in traffic for that matter, so I weaved my way around the slow passing cars. As I drove past, I looked into the convertible in the ditch, and saw the one lone driver inside. It was a woman, I could tell that much, and she was covered in blood. Her face was not recognizable at all for the red that covered her.
The rest of the way to work, and getting out of my car, I couldnt stop shaking.
It was around an hour later that I found out that the woman in the car
She had been dead.
It really makes you think. About everything.
At least when the initial shock is over.
The funny thing is, prior to when I had left for work I had received that letter. Because of this I called Athena to tell her the good news, and because of my phone call, I left a few minutes later for work than usual.
If I hadnt have left at that time I may not have seen what happened.
Or even worse, I could have been part of it.
Cause for a cause for a cause for a cause.
And effect.
Coincidence?
Maybe.
But I truly do not think so.
Oh my God.
Fucking Hell yes.
I am...
holding..
my acceptance letter..
to the Art Institute of Pittsburgh.
And some other exciting news? My good friend Tina got accepted to be a Suicide Girl - and I may very well being shooting one of her sets. Maybe not the first one, but one of them.
*************************
Happiness instilled, I am later on my way to work, stopped at a red light, waiting for my turn onto the road Pondo is located on. I am removing my retainer and preparing to put in my nose ring, when I glance up to see if the light has turned green yet.
It hasn't.
But someone else's light for the afterlife has.
I saw someone fucking die today.
A car wreck.
A collision.
T-boned.
A black van barrels into the side of a blue convertible, causing it to spin and go into the ditch beside the road. My mouth fell open and I looked away, pretending that I was imagining it all and that when I turned around nothing would be there but blue skies and clear roads. But when I looked back, there was the smashed front end and side of two vehicles, and the couple in the car in front of me were getting out and running towards it.
I felt so helpless. All I could do was sit there, turn off my CD player and just sit and stare.
I didnt have a phone on me.
No emergency equipment.
But I wanted to do something.
But I didnt.
I couldnt.
I have never experienced anything in my life like seeing a car wreck first hand. It happens so quickly, but at the same time everything feels like slow motion.
I was late for work, and stuck in traffic for that matter, so I weaved my way around the slow passing cars. As I drove past, I looked into the convertible in the ditch, and saw the one lone driver inside. It was a woman, I could tell that much, and she was covered in blood. Her face was not recognizable at all for the red that covered her.
The rest of the way to work, and getting out of my car, I couldnt stop shaking.
It was around an hour later that I found out that the woman in the car
She had been dead.
It really makes you think. About everything.
At least when the initial shock is over.
The funny thing is, prior to when I had left for work I had received that letter. Because of this I called Athena to tell her the good news, and because of my phone call, I left a few minutes later for work than usual.
If I hadnt have left at that time I may not have seen what happened.
Or even worse, I could have been part of it.
Cause for a cause for a cause for a cause.
And effect.
Coincidence?
Maybe.
But I truly do not think so.
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That is so sad, it makes me want to cry, whose fault was it! do you know how old the girl was!
I'm sorry, sometimes i get the urge to type like a pirate. It will pass.
And as for the accident you witnessed....whenever i see or hear of or know someone in or around such things, All i can really do is pull myself out of my usual funk and just be grateful that i've got at least one more day to get things right, to do the things i say i'm going to do, but never seem to get around to. And in a morbid kind of way, I think we all need this occasionally, its about as big a reality check you can get other than actualy having a near death experience.