Crash
Black ice. Hit the median head-on at 60mph. Airbags, glass, smoke.
CAT scans make my eyes twitch, and contrast injections make me want to sneeze.
My face feels like a foot. Airbag burns are starting to scab over and itch.
Bruises are getting bigger, but fading. Muscles ache.
I just paid off that car. Awesome.
At least all my parts are working, I’m just horribly poor and horribly without transport. I feel isolated.
I miss that car.
Ahh man. that seriously sucks. sorry. rest up!
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Oh my god! Oh my god. Oh. When did this happen? I’m so glad you’re alright–at least, as alright as you are.
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