my 1991 Pontiac grandam wrapped around a telephone pole in 2002. No air bags and the steering wheel bent all the way to the dash. They ended up cutting me out with the jaws of life, which awakened me from being unconscious. Had never been knocked out until that moment. It was so weird because my brain was working but the rest of my body wasn’t. Passed back out and woke up in a helicopter with someone asking me
do I know my name, which I didn’t. Passed back out and woke up naked with a sheet on top of me. Passed back out with a tall bike cop sitting over my bed. He told me a drunk driver (.198) had hit me into the pole. This was at 3:30 in the Afternoon. The guy had no insurance. My policy was only for 20k. Which barely paid for the helicopter ride and hospital stay. Fucked up my neck and Had a small hole in my lung that healed on its on, thank god.