going, going....gone!
So yesterday, Shawn, Blake and I were coming back from a friends house. We were going down a residential street and they guy in front of us was all over the place. So Shawn slowed down and a few seconds later the guy hit a parked car on the left hand side. He didn't move he just stayed there. We passed him and noticed that he looked out of it. So I told Shawn to back up so we can check on him and make sure he's o.k. So we get almost to his car and he gunned it. Pushed the parked car halfway on the sidewalk. He had to be going at least 50. Got about 4 houses down and hit the curb, nicked a tree and then crashed into a driveway with 2 suv's in it and into a fence on it's drivers side. Shawn got out and ran to the car. We stayed in our car for a few min. but Blake was hysterical and I was almost there. So I picked Blake up and ran across the street, by that time there was more people there. Shawn tried talking to the guy but, he just mummbled. It took forever for the police and ambulance to get there. They were able to pull him out through the back window, at first they thought they were gonna have to use the jaws. They got him stablized. I thought for sure he was dead. It was one of the scariest things I've witnessed. Blake can't stop talking about it. There were people everywhere. 3 cop cars, 2 ambulances, and a fire truck. The damage...a silver Cavalier, Explorer, a big huge Van, the dudes car of course, and a privacy fence. Come to find out the guy was totally wasted. He came soooo close to hitting us and a few other cars. We watched every second of this unfold. It just shows how fragile life is, and how quick it could end. Mind you it was like 5 in the afternoon and he was fucking wasted. I'm still freaked out.