Last night, as I was walking toward the train to go home, a car came down the avenue, ran a red light, and was hit directly on the passenger side by huge tank truck speeding along a street. about 10 feet from me. The driver got out of the car, (it was the last we saw of her, she apparently left the scene...) There were 2 other girls in the car, one in the front passenger seat, one in the back. No one was moving, no other people were helping, they were just yelling. I got in to try and get them out, afraid of fire or an explosion (not knowing what was in the tank) but couldn't - the girl in front was wedged in by the bumber of the truck. The girl in back was pinned at the legs by the seat in front. Someone started yelling that she was pregnant. They were both unconscious. I tried to wake them, but I couldn't and someone started screaming, I crawled out and sat on the curb. I don't remember much else, after that, because I completely broke down and couldn't breathe. It was the scariest thing. I was hyperventilating and couldn't breathe. The police helped and handed me a wet nap. I was confused by this, and she told me it was for the blood. I still didn't understand until I wiped my neck and cheek, and realized that there was blood on it. Not mine. One of the girls'. I don't know who. I never saw blood. It never processed. Then I went to Brian's who I'd somehow managed to call, but not really explain what happened, cause I couldn't catch my breath. I got there, and broke down further, and then I saw the blood on my jacket and sleeve and lapel... I was trying to contain myself, but failing miserably. Complete loss of control. Against Brian's advice, I went home in a cab. With a seatbelt on. I woke Tonya and she listened and then I went to shower and bed. I'm a zombie today, and my whole body hurts and I truly don't think I've ever looked worst. But I'm here.

Life is short. Don't be stupid.