So, I was on the way to a shoot on Sunday and this guy hits my car going like 40 mph. I hate this sort of shit because -besides the obvious- I have a horrible history with this. So much so, that one of my nick names was Dances with Cars. I had been hit by a car in 2001 and was crippled for a year and after about five years of opiate addiction, my doctor prescribed heart stoppers to get through the withdrawals to get off of the opiates. Being on those, I passed out at the wheel of a friends car and crashed into a tree head on. The odometer was fixed on 60 miles an hour when the cops came. I had to have my ankle and wrist rebuilt, after that I just I just quit cold turkey and have been clean for three years. Now, after years of not getting an accident, you know thinking I was out of that bad luck, I get hit. At least this time I didn’t have to go to the hospital or get any limbs rebuilt. I just feel like I should have been able to stop it some how.
Then, that night I have that dream of lost youth, I’m running though a field of big beautiful flowers, as a young child. I was smiling and laughing, just having an amazing time just running though these flowers. Then I get to the end of the field and there is big dark forest, no sunlight in sight. I turn back to the field and all that is left is dead grass and weeds. I’m back to my old self and I just wander aimlessly though this death and just fall with despair in the middle of the field. My conscious self is telling me that it’s all over, I will never be that little girl again and then I awake up.
I guess no matter what the precautions you take you are never just safe. I’m just upset, I guess but things could have been worse, my car could have been pulverized and I could have been in the hospital.
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