Monday, September 14, 2009


At eighteen, I was sitting at a red light in the pouring rain when I was hit from behind, the impact shoving my Volkswagen Beetle into the intersection. The light turned green, and cars began honking. A face appeared out of the darkness. It belonged to the man who'd hit me. He motioned to the side of the road. "Pull over!" he shouted, rain pelting him. "I'll be right behind you!" He ran back to his truck. I didn't think, I just reacted. I pulled out of the dangerous intersection, then watched my rearview mirror for his headlights. They never came. At the moment he told me to pull over, I was unable to adequately assess the situation, and I simply did what I was told to do. Since that day, I've encountered various degrees of my own failure to properly read a highly charged situation. But I think we all want to believe what people tell us, even when deep down we're afraid it's not the truth. I'm not sure that kind of faith in humanity is a fault or weakness. And now, years later, I still find myself pulling over and waiting for headlights that I know will never come.

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  1. Whatever prompted these thoughts can't be good. Now I'm a bit worried.

    The guy taking off says way more about him than you. I would have wanted to clear the intersection too. Maybe one of the jerks who was honking could have gotten the ass's license plate.

  2. jason, if nothing changes, i will probably blog a little more about this in a few days. right now i'm in benefit of doubt stage, moving rapidly to someone really blowing some major smoke stage. haven't yet accepted that the guy in the truck isn't stopping.


  3. i expected to receive the epub file for Bad Karma last wed. I was ready to launch. I had a cover, I'd written cover copy months ago, I have a Kindle, Smashword, and Scribd account. i figured two hours and i'd have it uploaded to all accounts. i still waiting for the file, and i'm beginning to wonder if it even exists.

  4. I'm sorry about your current hit and run...

    Heather Dearly