Just after I finished work on Tuesday the 8th, I started me 20 minute drive to my house one city away. I make a right out of the parking lot, a left on Chestnut Ave. I brake for a maroon car that turns too late in front of me nearing the 6th St intersection. I continue forward. A white car now enters my path and guns the accelerator. Boom! I look around, white smoke. "Fire," I think to myself as I reach for the door handle. I stumble across the street and lay in the grass. I look up and ironically, a church towars above me. My arm hurts. I lift my head up. My car is still trying to run. Ugh. Everything hurts. I'm paralized?! I wiggle my toes. Whew, I'm not paralized. People are shouting for the cops, the ambulance, someone call 911! The cops show up along with the whole gang. I go to the hospital and get x-rayed. Radiation anyone? I'll take some! 5 times! Yes! My mother shows up, hugs. It hurts to be hugged don't touch me, please. Head concusion, damn. Bones are fine, good. Go home they say. I go home for a day. Go back for another x-ray, go back to demand pain pills. Guess what - I got pain pills. Few days later I start Pysical Therapy. Good deal. Talk to a lawyer about money. Nearly a month later I get to start work again. My muscles got torn and strained in my neck, back, and shoulders. Tennis elbow in both elbows. Aids in my left ear, no, that's wrong. No Aids. Now I have to wake up at 5 am to go to work at 6. I'm now used to my old schedule of bedtime at 3 am, wakeup at 2 pm. I'm gonna miss you old pal. We'll see how work goes. I'm wishing that I don't strain any more muscles while there. That's all for now.