This applies to EVERYONE: I started this thing to put down how I feel about things at a certain time. When I want to talk, but feel like I can't. It's really just that simple. If you don't like it, I'm sorry. I'm not out to make anyone feel like they're being put down. If you feel that way, there must be some truth in what I'm saying.

9/07/2005

Song of the Day: "The Fantasy" - 30 Seconds To Mars

My brother had a bad car accident yesterday.

After being out at Gateway all day, he was leaving a friends house. He hit a tree in the subdivision. He was going so fast that he totaled his car. He bent his steering wheel.

How he was going so fast, I don't know.

When the ambulance showed up, he denied medical attention. The police, however, suggested to my parents that he be took to the hospital just in case. They did, of course. His hands were beat to shit. He had busted his chin open. He had a one inch gash in his tongue from biting it, which he needed three stitches for. He's got a huge knot on his head. He broke his jaw and had a few of his teeth knocked loose. He also had a concussion.

He couldn't remember anything after the accident. He told the doctor he hit another car, or at least he thought he did. The events of the day were a total blur. All he kept asking was, "Is my car alright?" He was told 4 dozen times that the car was gone.

I went to the hospital last night at midnight to go see him, and the look in his eyes was scary. He looked lost, like he didn't know where he was. He remembered everyone, was able to repeat phone numbers and addresses, etc. The adrenaline was still wearing off from the accident, and he was laying in the hospital bed shaking like he was going into convulsions.

He was kept at the hospital last night. He's going to be laid up with a wired jaw for about two months.

I just wanted to get that out.
Comments:
Just thank whoever is out there that he's still alive. I hope your dad wasn't upset that I called you. I just wanted you to know.

He's gonna be ok, though. And that's a blessing. And when he's feeling better he and I can compare pictures of our cars! Sorry. Accidents make me want to use my defense mechanisms.

Sorry I couldn't do more. I'm always here if you need me.

Nix says: I'm just an email or phone call away.
 
Jesus. "Bad" isn't the word for it...that sounds horrible, bro.

Thank God he's alright, albeit pretty beat up.

If you need someone to talk to or confide in, you know I'm always available no matter what to you. Give your family my love and support as well, especially Ryan. Sorry this comment wasn't posted sooner, man. Hang in there.

Your Best Friend,

Steve
 
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