Delayed Reaction

(I turned in my Patch piece yesterday, and the editor said, “This is awful, it doesn’t even make sense.” So I made a few changes and he came back with, “Yeah, I guess you mean something.” I haven’t even linked to it; I can’t bear to look. I’m sure it’s terrible – something like zxckvjeiljzdfgi9arto !!??sar;…dklfgj—asdlkfj.)

Just before the accident happened, I had a second, maybe two, to look in the rear view mirror. Did time stand still or slow down? No. Or yes. I remember thinking, “Wow, maybe I’m going to die.” And then, you know, the car and I just took it.

The guy at the repair place, a collision center, said, “You were very lucky.” I asked if all the cars looked this bad. He said it happens every day.

When I finally found a decent fellow at the insurance agency, and I think I did, he suggested I sell it as salvage or have it towed back to my house. “Some people form an attachment to their car.”

I told him I wasn’t one of those people.

On the other hand, the little Matrix saved my life. But that’s stupid. That’s zxckvjeiljzdfgi9arto !!??sar;…dklfgj—asdlkfj.

I expect to be entirely back to normal by tomorrow.