July 9th, 2002

firesea: self-portrait

brush with death.....

Last night I left work a little before 11. I was in a pretty good mood, thinking happily about birthday and vacation plans as I merged onto route 3. About two seconds later, a construction vehicle going less than half my speed pulled into my lane about three car lengths in front of me. I swerved to avoid him, seeing him swerve at the same time, and as I fought to keep the car from going into a tailspin it tipped over and began rolling. And kept rolling. And kept rolling. And came to a stop a few million years later on its roof, with me somehow fundamentally unhurt, with my legs out the driver's window and my hair caught under the roof.

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