The car wreck.

You ever have one of those days that starts off so normal but ends so far from normal that you wonder if perhaps more than one day passed in the process? You wonder how you got from point A to point B? Today was one of those days.

I'll start at the end and work forward to the beginning.

I ended the day riding back in a car under chilly Winter sky with two friends. One who came through for me in my panic and now drove the car while I sat in the back seat holding a T-shirt decorated with wide-eyed Panda bear and Chinese restaurant name. One who just escaped death by probably what amounts to mere inches. Before that, I sat in Wang's Chinese restaurant eating nearly-semi-edible buffet food surrounded by curiously Hispanic-speaking waiters, a stiff and aching, dazed friend and a huge tank containing only one fish. Before that, in a hospital room staring non-blinking under bright florescent lights at a friend who was thankfully alive to stare non-blinking back at me. Before that, Chance and I were barreling down the interstate to a small town after being called and told that Jerry had just been taken to the hospital after a car wreck. Before that, I sat in a Burger King drive-thru trying to decide between fries or onion rings. Before that, the night seemed mundane.