I'm Stuck

There are so many things about the Weekend of the Crash. One of them is the story of some friends who were sitting on the deck at Shannons when the vehicle went by at 70 miles an hour out of town. And then they heard the crash. And then they were the first ones on the scene... and then, god, it's just too awful to tell after that.

And that is a peripheral side story that doesn't actually have a lot to do with me. But is has a lot to do with them for them. Fuck.