Jesus was a carpenter...
So yesterday I was driving up 880 with my brother on the way to Beth's house and we see this guy on a motorcycle who just looks like he's about to get into an accident. I noticed that he had knee pads on and I say to Chris, "what the fuck does he think those knee pads are going to do if he gets in an accident?" I'm driving in the very far left lane doin' about 70 or so and motorcycle guy is to my right speeding up to squeeze between two cars to pass into the lane that I'm in. In front of him theres a car thats chillin' but not going that fast and it gets cut off by a van so it swerves into the left lane so that it doesn't rear end the van, but it just so happens to do this at the same time as motorcycle guy makes his line to move into the lane. So dude (on the motorcycle), smashes on his brake but still rear ends the car in front of him and flips off his bike. I smash on my brakes to avoid running him over and kinda slide and end up right the fuck next to the median, like my tires we're flush with it, and I got a little tapped, or rather just plain hit - but not too hard - and that bumped me into the median a little more.
My brother and I are both a little bit sore in the back and shoulders and shit, and my car doesn't really have too much damage to it either.
Pretty fucking lucky.
(The guy on the motorcycle looked fine too. No external bleeding at least. That was not lucky, that was fucking miraculous.)
I had lunch with my senior year English teacher today. Quite bizzare. It's still a little strange to talk to a teacher period, but quite helpful. I wonder what sign Saturn is in right now? (Yes, I've turned into a little bit of a New Age hippie...)
Oh yeah, and I am offficially an "indentured apprentice in the United Brotherhood of Carpenters and Joiners of America, Local #22"