Rollin' in the Porsche -- Friday Night
Everything happens for a reason, and tonight, for some reason, Perry had lent JD the porsche to chauffeur me to the hospital. We felt so cool.
The last thing I remember was fighting over the radio stations with JD. I don't care what he says. George Michael is not awesome. Never has been, never will be. As I turned the dial back to a country station, I saw headlights approaching much too quickly out of the corner of my eye. That can't be right...
BAM.
Then it all went black.
When I came to, I slowly opened my eyes to the now deployed airbag.. I did everything in my power not to move, as I didn't know the extent of my injuries just yet. I'm conscious.. so that's a good sign. My head is killing me, and the streetlights above are only making it worse.. so I need to stay awake in case it's a concussion. My chest feels two of like my fat cousin Bradley sat on it. I try to ignore the sharp pain in my left arm as I attempt to access the rest of my injuries.
It's much too quiet. Shit. Without moving, I glanced at the slumped figure out of the corner of my eye.
"JD?" I whispered pitifully, "JD.. answer me."
The last thing I remember was fighting over the radio stations with JD. I don't care what he says. George Michael is not awesome. Never has been, never will be. As I turned the dial back to a country station, I saw headlights approaching much too quickly out of the corner of my eye. That can't be right...
BAM.
Then it all went black.
When I came to, I slowly opened my eyes to the now deployed airbag.. I did everything in my power not to move, as I didn't know the extent of my injuries just yet. I'm conscious.. so that's a good sign. My head is killing me, and the streetlights above are only making it worse.. so I need to stay awake in case it's a concussion. My chest feels two of like my fat cousin Bradley sat on it. I try to ignore the sharp pain in my left arm as I attempt to access the rest of my injuries.
It's much too quiet. Shit. Without moving, I glanced at the slumped figure out of the corner of my eye.
"JD?" I whispered pitifully, "JD.. answer me."