The Car Accident

Instead of telling thousands of people about what happened tonight, I thought I should write it here and have everyone read it.

I was driving to Alley Katz for the Scarlet show. I was on 14th street and I was turning onto East Main Street. I had a green light, i yield and looked to see if I could go. The coast was clear, at least I thought it was.

I'm turning, happy I made it downtown without getting lost and I see this car infront of me and the both cars meet. The first thing I do is call my parents and tell my dad to come. I sat there and all I heard was the other lady screaming. Her car wasn't nearly as bad as mine.
I try opening the door and it wouldnt open. People rush over and start helping. An ambulence came, firetruck, and the police.

Here are some things to keep in mind:
- Apparently the lady had the yield but I looked and my coast was clear. She was either speeding or talking to someone else and not pay attention.

- If she wasnt speeding or pay attention, she would of seen my car and either slammed on her breaks or avoided me. There were no tire marks on the ground. no nothing.

- There was a passanger in the other car. I saw the lady get out, and she left, she dissapeared and not even the cop knew there was a passanger in the other car.

- The lady was screaming and saying she wanted to go to the hospital when i heard th EMT come back from checking her out and said that she was fine and she was just in panic.

- The police gave me the papers and I had to tell HIM "Aren't I suppose to sign these?" and he just goes "oh...yeah"

- I have to go to court on June 15th.

- It wasnt my fault. If you see the pictures of her car and my car, you tell that she was clearly speeding or not paying attention.

- There is a lot more information and details about the thing but that is the sum of it all.


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Picture of my car.

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The other car.

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My car and the lady driving was in the lane with the striaght and right arrow both.

Oh and also, my air bags didnt go off.

Downfall's Rhythms

** I wrote this last week and I thought I would post it even though it isn't done yet.



A hypothetical assumption, a motivated failure at it’s peak. Could an entitled downfall be a mysterious uprising of power?

The synchronized rhythms of life are echoing the same beat every day. The organized and unwritten routines of life are encasing the human brain in self-entrapment. The human race has grown accustomed to the “norm” in which they no longer question, but simply follow it with adaptation. The human mind is modified to think the way it has been thinking for thousands of years. The human emotion has been processing the way it has processed for thousands of years. What if we could change our internal structure and change the way we view things? What if we could reprogram our minds and emotions so we act in an entirely different manner in a more positive way?

You sit in a room filled with the same chair repeated several times lined up against the wall. The room is enclosed except for a door for entering, and a door for exiting. You sit and observing your surroundings. The “entering” door opens and two people walk in. You observe the two human beings standing in front of you as if they were at a police station lined up for identification.

The one on the left has the “homeless” appeal and you pinch your fingers over your nose incase he carries the horrid stench of the streets with him. His hair hasn’t been washed in almost a year. His skin complexion is dark but not from sun radiation, but from the dirt and filth he’s picked up over the years. His clothes are ripped in every angle you look at and his shoes look more like sandals due to their age and usage. His eyes are petite and he has dark purple underneath his eyes to showcase his insomnia. He sloshes as if a creaking pain erupts in his back due to sleeping on the hard concrete ground of the city. You look at his eyes and he returns the favor. There is a connection but you turn your head quickly before anyone notices. You’ve been accustomed that someone with such physical deformities is someone to stray away from. You surely can’t be seen with someone of such lower class. In a world where it is said a class system doesn’t exist, it sure seems like we separate ourselves from lower classes and act superior to those different than us.

You turn your head back and take a look at the man standing on the right. Your shoulders lower and your lungs exhale; relieved and security.

Brief case in hand, the man on the right smiles at you. You feel a tingly sensation in stomach and you can’t help but return the smile to this attractive human being. He stands six feet two inches tall. His hair is perfectly cut and properly short. You begin questioning how think much the stylist was paid for this marvelous hair structure. You admire his attire which consists of a black suit and a light blue collard shirt underneath. The blazer over his broad shoulders is button up an inch or two above his belly button. You move your eyes over to his wrist and a gold watch shines into your eyes blinding you, but also making you assume this man’s wealth is in the high numbers. His dress shoes are a strikingly shiny black color with no signs of usage or dirt upon them. His skin in a nice tan color and his facial hair is barely visible due to his expensive electric razor he purchased. This entire time you are observing the man on the right, the man on the left has been observing you the same way you observed him.

In your upright assumption, he is a man of superiority and wealth. In your basic and routine human mind processing, he is man with fantastic characteristics. In your “norm” observation skills, he is a man to pay honor to with a sincere smile and a friendly wave.