A couple of years ago I got in a car crash merging onto 43 south. I got hit from the passenger side, and thankfully there was no passenger, as the whole front and right side of my car was smashed in. Neither I or the other driver were hurt. Whenever I turn onto 43 south from North Ave, I still think about that night and how all of the other uncountable numbers of people have taken the same path with better results, probably never knowing about the accident that night. When you're in a car accident time stops. You don't know what's happening or what has happened until you step out of your car and realize you're still all there, at which point you promptly freak the hell out, for lack of a better phrase.
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