Just thought I'd share some of the madness going on in my neck of the woods last night. I was off in the restroom taking care of some important business. I hear this booming/rolling sound. Didn't think much of it. Just figured it was the neighbor jacking around with his tractor or something. Then I hear my wife scream out my name from outside. Not just a loud holler, but a blood curdling scream. So out the door I run, barefoot, boxers (dark green polka-dot ones-not gay, but not the best street clothes). Anyway I see this late model Chevy PU rolling end over end and landing in the machine lot next door (missing 2 grain silos and a fuel tank.) So shit, here I run barefoot down the pavement into the gravel lot. The truck is trashed, still running, and I hear crying. A beautiful little girl of no more than 3 or 4 years old crawls from the wreckage. I scoop her up, she's crying and screaming unmercifully. I pass her off to my wife, and she instantly calms down and puts her head to her shoulder. She keeps muttering she wants her dolly. However, she can't have her dolly, as it lays upon the ground soaking a a pool of the driver's blood. Somewhat stunned I head over to the wreckage. The truck is still running so I peel away the smashed windshield with one of the fence posts knocked out by the wreck and worm my hand in to shut off the ignition. The sounds of sirens are heard in the distance. Thank god....here I am barefoot, no clothes, not really knowing what to do with this guy once I get to him. But, myself and now the neighbor peel away the rest of the windshield to find this fellow still alive hanging upside down in his seatbelt. Do I cut him loose and let him fall on his head? Do I leave him the hell alone untill the paramedics arrive? I couldn't help but notice this poor bastard smelt like a brewery. He also had a dip hanging from his mouth. Don't ask me why that seemed important. Blood everywhere, and I notice this. Shit. Had this been the reason he went off the road. Fumbling with the can. Why was he drunk and had this little girl with him? Going to town to get another can? Anyway, to sum things up. The emergency crews arrived and cut him out, med-flighted him to the nearest hospital. The little girl (Alexis) still clinging to my wife's shoulder would not let go, would not talk to the police, would not let the paramedics go near her. Just my wife, that's all she wanted. So, she accompanies the little girl to the HP cruiser, then into the ambulance and all the way to the hospital. For this I am so proud of her to accompany and comfort a total stranger's child in her time of need. My wife is a hero and a saint. She had and bump on the head and a couple of scratches, nothing more. Come to find out, this was not the driver's daughter, not the driver's truck, and he was over the legal alchohol limit, and the little girl had no car seat. This guy was house and baby-sitting for the mother while she was at work. What a fucking worthless bastard. Endangering this little girl's life while on the road for no reason other than to get more beer or maybe get a new can of death to feed his addiction. This is proof that God looks after idiots and little children. So today I sit here and reflect upon all of this while still feeling the shards of glass in my feet. Wondering what the emergency crews thought of some crazy bastard running around in green polka-dot underwear. So the message here is: Watch what the hell you are doing, buckle those kids up properly, don't fucking drink and drive, don't fucking dip and drive in case you wreck and look like a dumbass with spit and blood all over your face and a big giant lip turd hanging out of your mouth. Look out for your kids and look out for your life, take care of both the best you can, and try to help someone along the way. :)
