Diary of a Sex-Starved Pseudo-Mennonite, Part 55
9 days ago I got rear-ended at high speed in Indiana. Airbags deployed, leaving me bloodied and bruised and shocked, but theoretically fine. Daisy was at home. Or else she would have been in the backseat dead, or worse. A veteran ran to help me. A number of people ran to help me, actually. An appalled black male witness stayed to drop dime to the po-po on the people who hit me. Now that's civic concern. He was much more convinced of their guilt than I was. I'm a shitty driver. I never saw them coming. I was worried about nearly missing my turn. Because I was lost. As usual. I only felt them hit, launch, explosion. The helpful people got me out of the car once I seemed not to be actually injured, in case the car was gonna blow. The veteran stayed until the ambulance and the police wandered off and I was sitting alone on a curb in my new town with my arm aching waiting for my aunt and uncle to pick me up. They are the only people I know nearby. The veteran waited to see if I nee...