Huh. Well...
Okay, so...about less than 30 minutes ago, there was a car accident on the block across from our apartment, on the Olympic street, right across a quite large Korean restaurant. I didn't get to see the whole thing, but I witnessed the results of the accident. In total, 7 (lucky number seven) cars were damaged. The hypothesis is this: A white van speeds through a road, makes an acceleration at the curve, and hurtles into Olympic; instead of going straight ahead, the car loses control and just bam, crashes into the front of the first car, totalling the bumber and all, and skids into the car right in front of the first car (it was a small car; its entire back window just broke off and landed on a lawn probably right beside where it was parked, and its trunk was totally busted up), which pushed the small car probably at least more than 3 meters that caused a chain reaction; so the next 4 cars (poor, unfortunate owners), attained some damage. The driver was probably a druggie, drunk, or fucking crazy.
When I first heard the screech, I thought, Oh, there's not going to be an accident *sigh*, because always, always, there really isn't. You'd think after such a commotion, you'd hear some sort of finality, but you don't. There's never that BOOM or shatter or etc. But damn, when I heard that which I'd been waiting for quite a while, I was surprised. And - this is so pathetic v_v;; - but I tore out of my apt with my dad and practically ran to the scene. It was...interesting and amusing. There were others who came out of their homes just to take a look. And that made me wonder why we humans are like this. Of course I'm being general, but really. Even the diners at the restaurant hung out for a while, watching. :D
Anyway, yeah. The entire 3 seconds of the actual accident, from the screeching to the last boom, was just...
Cool. Nobody got hurt, so can I say that I'm partly justified in finding the whole ordeal fun(ny)?
Then my dad had to tell me this story from the mid-80's. About a car accident. Where this crazy high-off-drugs dude streaked through a red light on a busy street, crashing into a boy on a bike, and hit a boulder at the corner of the block where the gas station my dad used to work in was located. The boy, who had been on the hood of the fucker's car, flew through the air quite a distance and hit a brick wall with a distinctive noise that alerts you that it's the head that's made hard contact with something. And while my dad went to take a look at the boy's body, the druggie was standing on his car and dancing and yelling and doing all kinds of weird things. I don't know the validity of the story, but damn... Poor boy. I feel bad for thinking that that's kind of funny in a sad sort of way... But, I mean...I think a lot of people would be morbidly interested if they were witnessing something like that...you know ? :-\
So...that's been the only interesting event in my life since a long time. Hmm..
When I first heard the screech, I thought, Oh, there's not going to be an accident *sigh*, because always, always, there really isn't. You'd think after such a commotion, you'd hear some sort of finality, but you don't. There's never that BOOM or shatter or etc. But damn, when I heard that which I'd been waiting for quite a while, I was surprised. And - this is so pathetic v_v;; - but I tore out of my apt with my dad and practically ran to the scene. It was...interesting and amusing. There were others who came out of their homes just to take a look. And that made me wonder why we humans are like this. Of course I'm being general, but really. Even the diners at the restaurant hung out for a while, watching. :D
Anyway, yeah. The entire 3 seconds of the actual accident, from the screeching to the last boom, was just...
Cool. Nobody got hurt, so can I say that I'm partly justified in finding the whole ordeal fun(ny)?
Then my dad had to tell me this story from the mid-80's. About a car accident. Where this crazy high-off-drugs dude streaked through a red light on a busy street, crashing into a boy on a bike, and hit a boulder at the corner of the block where the gas station my dad used to work in was located. The boy, who had been on the hood of the fucker's car, flew through the air quite a distance and hit a brick wall with a distinctive noise that alerts you that it's the head that's made hard contact with something. And while my dad went to take a look at the boy's body, the druggie was standing on his car and dancing and yelling and doing all kinds of weird things. I don't know the validity of the story, but damn... Poor boy. I feel bad for thinking that that's kind of funny in a sad sort of way... But, I mean...I think a lot of people would be morbidly interested if they were witnessing something like that...you know ? :-\
So...that's been the only interesting event in my life since a long time. Hmm..