The Chicago Accident

  Today has been one HELL of a day.  I am actually thoroughly convinced that the realm parallel to hell is indeed the traffic in Chicago.  The snow poured straight from Satan’s salt shaker onto the cluttered highway.  We left southern Ohio on a journey westward to the home of The Bears and high murder rates.  Our destination was to be the office of Dr. Zukowski , renowned plastic surgeon.  My beautiful girlfriend is having F.F.S. tomorrow.  So, let me get right into it.

  We were driving west on 65? I think.  The wind was mercilessly blowing snow onto the road, where it would then turn to ice.  Raiden’s dad began to fish tail hard in front of us.  I pressed hard on the anti-lock brakes, ignoring the gruesome scenes from my childhood that were flashing before my eyes.  It wasn’t enough.  We were going to slam right into him!  I (not supposed to do this btw, but I never had drivers education classes) pulled up on the emergency brake.  I swerved to the left, off the road, to avoid hitting him.  We then proceeded to slam into the guard rails, actually taking a couple of them out of the ground.  Only the left side of the car, and the back left tail light, took damage from the accident.  My girlfriend and I were Okay.

  I felt so horrible the whole time.  I kept thinking to myself “Raiden’s gonna die and it’s my fault!”  The sentence replayed in my head every 3 milliseconds.  Thankfully we’re alright.  Now all I have to do is take care of her post surgery wounds.  To be honest though, that’s going to be a cake walk compared to everything that happened today.  This isn’t what I thought I’d be writing about today at all, but eh, that’s life I guess.