Most disturbing accident - there's a tunnel where I-10 becomes Pacific Coast Highway in Santa Monica - it's a two-lane, right-hand curve and you have to already be slowing down when you enter it. It's known locally as "the rabbit hole" and hardly anyone actually does slow down. Many, many accidents in there. I came upon one very shortly after it happened. It was a mini truck that had obviously hit the center rail and ended up upside-down in the right-hand lane. Cars had just started slowing to pass and there was this creepy, slow procession of cars going past and a few people had pulled over but they were all standing 20 feet or so away - the top of the truck was crumpled like paper and about level with the dashboard. An arm was hanging out the passenger window (still attached, just kinda flopped out onto the ground) and as I passed, I saw the hand move. I freaked and pulled my car over... jumped out and started yelling at all the people who were just standing there, staring. My first thoguht was, "what if it's ME in that truck? I'd be scared shitless! Why are all these people just staring?" I went over, knelt down and held the guy's hand and talked to him until the police got there a few minutes later. It's one of the few things that has really stuck with me for a significant time after the event. I wasn't really actively tripped out for a long time, but I do remember just feeling off-center for a couple of weeks.
I saw a carjacking, gun and all, of a mom and baby when I was... I dunno... 8? 9? Right in front of me. I had weird guilt about it for years because I didn't do anything. Yeah, I know that's irrational and I got over it years ago, but that's how it affected me. The guy looked right at me, too. I thought he was gonna come find me.
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