Not long afterwards I left, got into my car, drove the familiar streets back toward the house where my wife and dinner were waiting, heard a song I liked on the radio, pulled into an intersection less than a block away, and promptly lost my life.

Do you want to know about the squealing tires, the breach of traffic law, the blood and dying that followed? Or the fact that I was not wearing a seat belt? What thoughts flowed through my brain as the blood they traveled on became less and less? Does dying, violence, the sound of breaking glass, and first aid interest you? It does not interest me. Not anymore.

~ Grant Bailie, Cloud 8

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