Day 1

It was just getting dark out as I crossed the street to enter this blog, and all the auto headlights outside made it seem as if night and day were wrestling for control.  It was a short fight.  Day won, and it got brighter.  Then that car hit me.  

I must've skid twelve feet in the slush and snow before my head bumped itself onto someone else's back tire.  I couldn't move and with my head propped up, I kept having this fear that the car was gonna back up, not knowing I was there, and squash my head.  If I live through this, I thought, I'll be able to tell Vietnam vets to go to hell.  

I lived, and I'll tell you why I was hit by that car.