how does one approach this? i'm still shaking...
i just saw a kid die. a young boy half way through "his first year in kindergarten". his mother kept screaming that.. i watch his life fall apart. it was a car accident. two brothers were playing, the mother had neglectfuly let them fall far behind. i watch them walk down the street as i noticed them about 50 feet ahead of me as i left my apartment. at the corner of wilson and malden...the mother had crossed, the boys slowly following. why the fuck doesn't this intersection have a stop sign?! why the fuck can't people take care of their kids?! they were pretending to hide, then cross the street like military men in training -i remember doing the same shit at that age. i know his life; he'll never know 22. the oncoming car had no idea. his brother reached for him, but retreated behind the parked cars lining the street. the driver tried to break; tried to swirve ....too much; too late. the force caused the car to spin out and fucking crush this little boy up againt a goddamn, rusted-out, old chevy truck. it was silent, all but the screams of the mother and the whimper of his brother. everyone around knew what happened. you could feel it, it was thick. fucking creepy. i still feel it. they pronounced him D.O.A. i could tell when they told the mother -she burst into tear and collapsed. followed by vailing of the black sheet, well that said it all. we all knew it, as i said, but wow, it some how symbolized it better or something. I broke down when giving my report. i couldn't help it. it took 3 tries. what a fucking wuss. the cops assured me from where i was there was nothing i could have done . but why would they tell me otherwise? what the fuck do they know?!?! i could have at least started running. but running in forsight. it flashed so fast. but still. why, do things like this happen?!??!! what the hell did this kid ever do to this world?! not a damn thing.
goodnite....i need a drink.
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