Was in an accident....alcohol related....I wasn't driving.....1981. We were in a custom Chevy van. One gal dead 14y/o, one gal paralyze to this day...left side...15 y/o. I cracked my skull, broke all ribs, broke both collar bones, ribs cut my liver, kidney.....had a 1% chance if living. All because my buddy....drunker than hell....we all were.....slid on some ice at 30 mph....and hit a tree. Problem was there was a spare tire on the ground behind the driver seat.... it flew backwards and ping pong'ed....
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I was in a bad one around then on December 7th when I was 14 or 15, the Pearl Harbor anniversary. A buddy of mine was on leave from the Navy and had just put his hopped up gto on the road, 2 days earlier. We ended up at a bar that he talked me getting into using his wallet full of id's & security clearances and shit.
When we left the bar at closing time, we took off in the direction of the "East Hill" way home. It was snowing and the hill was notoriously bad, but we were able to talk him into turning back and going the longer flat land rt.
People still milling around in the parking lot, saw us go back past the bar doing 100 mph+... About 2 miles from the bar, we hit some slick road and lost it sideways and started skipping down the road sideways at 120+ mph (NYS Trooper estimate). We went off the opposite side of the road and sheared a large power pole off, 12' off the ground. We hit the pole in the passenger leg compartment, where his brother was riding shotgun. I was in the middle back. There was no back seat, it was just framed in plywood with sofa cushions. There were 2 others in back with me.
When we clipped off the pole, it sent us corkscrewing 300yds out into a cornfield, where we ended up, upside down. They found the front hood another 300yds further with the battery sitting on it. The only thing left on the car was the engine and 1 front wheel, still aired up.
Driver is a quad to this day, he can use his arms, but not his fingers. His brother severely fucked his legs where the pole hit. They wanted to amputate, but he made them patch him up with a bunch of hardware and surgeries. One buddy broke his neck, collarbone, wrist, ankle and neck. He had a hole through the palm of his hand you could see through. Other buddy was the only one conscious when we stopped, with me laying on top of him. He said he tapped me on the face and got no response from any of us. He had a broken neck as well. Driver didn't have a scratch. His neck vertebrae dislocated, partially severing his spinal cord, then snapped back.
"T" crawled out from under me and freaked out, thinking we all were dead. He took off running back towards the bar. He stopped at a couple farm houses to no avail and ended up running the whole way back to the bar to get help. I don't remember crawling out of the car, but I managed to almost get run over by a weed grower friend of my big sis. He said I jumped in front of him and when he slid to a stop, my hands were on his front hood and I jumped in and started yelling at him to take me home.
He knew my sis and a bunch of people from my hometown were still at the now closed bar. (My sister and her gf's had spent a month making knee high, pointy toed moccasins for the band that played that night named "The Little Trolls" and were having a little parking lot party, after 2am closing.)
They packed me in the back of a friends station wagon where I could lay down, and took me back to the accident scene. By then, fire and rescue were there. A bunch of people tried making me go to the hospital, but I was too cool and didn't want to get anyone in trouble. I latter found out that I had broken my neck, and back (during a future incident, when they found the scar tissue). I'm pretty sure I broke my leg, ankle, wrist, ribs and thumb as well. The 3 of us must have been like pinball's back there.
Those guys (my friends) were all 5-6yrs older than me. They all ended up making pretty good bank from the insurance. I didn't get shit except a total berating from the investigating trooper the following night, for "abandoning my friends", and leaving them for dead. My hometown cop told me they new I was in there and I needed to contact the investigating trooper in an "or else" type deal. I only remember very little bits and pieces of the the shit leading to the accident, then being back at the bar and scene afterwards. It was 11pm when I talked to the dickhead trooper. He said if I didn't make it to his barracks that night, (3 towns away and a blizzard going on) I'd be screwed. I never went and never heard anymore about it.
I didn't make it home until 6am when my mom was getting ready for work. She asked me where in the hell have I been, I just said I didn't want to talk about it and went and laid down, with her yelling if I didn't make to school that (Monday) morning, I could go live somewhere else.
So I ended up walking past the car on my way to school that morning. It was upside on a trailer at a garage I walked past every day. My 2 buddies I was walking with saw the mangled car and were like "Holy shit, no one could have lived through that".... I was like: "guess again mf'rs, I WAS IN THERE!"
I couldn't sleep with a pillow for 10-15 yrs after that. My neck and back are still messed up after all this time. I go to pain management and get reg "Nerve Ablations" and epidurals in my back.... I having an ablation this Wednesday... Sucks bc I have to give myself an injection every 12hrs for 3 days prier, to bridge a blood thinner I'm on for blood clots in my neck and chest.
That was one of my nine lives, I don't think I have but maybe 1 or 2 left.
Copious amts of cannabis does wonders!
OBTW ....why Bob Barker?
