I mean, I'm not thinking very clearly, but I'm remembering. I don't think I hit the window, but the window is broken and my head hurts. What's going on here? Emts show up. Police show up. Everybody's being questioned. I'm sitting there because I really can't move my right hand. And the EMTs take me to the hospital where I get an x ray, and it turns out my right wrist is broken. And the reason my head hurt
But anyway, it's cool to hear you kind of relate the story and the gradual expansion of that commute and the area and recalling what it was like when you were a kid and then growing up. But what I can't get over about your story is how you said you borrowed this passenger van from what sounded like a dealership, and then you guys got in a crash. Obviously it wasn't your fault. And most likely you guys had insurance, and the dealership had insurance and stuff like that
But, yeah, it ended up being. I don't remember a lot from that weekend. I mean, I certainly don't remember anything that I learned, but I do just remember that people were really nice and took care of me and I got to participate some, but I was counting the minutes between my pain pills. I don't recall that I'd ever broken a bone before, so it was an entirely new experience