posted 10-03-2001 05:37            

Well the curve was a one way street that a drunk driver one day thought he could go through. Well he was going around the curve towards the fencing... and didn't realize it curved, drove straight through the fence and down the hill into a neighbor's yard. Now I can't really paint how this looked because it was pretty fucked up. But what had happened to him was the really fucked up part.

When his car hit the fence, one of the top support poles whipped around and went straight through the windshield and speared him to his drivers seat. The bar went right through his heart and came out his back.

My dad and a local RN were the first ones on the scene. Seeing he went THROUGH the fence and THROUGH the big fucking wooden posts, his car was badly fucked up and there was no way to get him out. My father and the RN could do nothing but sit there and listen to him drown in his own blood. The cops came, ambulences, tow trucks, everything. I slept through the whole ordeal.

posted 10-03-2001 06:48            

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Originally posted by eod:
Where in Seattle did you live? I lived there for 19 years aka grew up there.

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First in the U district (couch surfing with my brother the Dawg), then up on Phinney Ridge (half a block from Red Mill burger, whose milk crates are still 0wn3d by me), then downtown (two blocks from the bus station - fairly ghetto), and finally on Capitol Hill (next to the building where the original bassist from Hole OD'ed). All within in the span of 3-4 years.

I don't think I've talked about my NW roots on this board too much. Jimbo knows about it - when I told him I grew up in Vancouver, WA for 15 years he's all like "Huh? Canada?" and I'm like "No, just north of Portland, OR." and so he says "Werd up G money yo, that's where the PenIs crib be!" to which I pop out "Sheeyit, boyeeeeeeeee!"

Or something like that. The details are hazy.