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Wow, that kinda wiped me out, I haven't been able to accomplish much this weekend. My ankle is sore from banging it on rocks in the stream.
What a sound! It woke my wife up from a sound sleep.
Yeah, the guy was drunk. He managed to get his truck up on top of a guardrail and slid along it for about 50 yards until the nose of the truck caught a post solidly, whereupon he was launched into the air, flying end over end, so that the truck ended up upside down in the creek, pointing in the opposite direction of the way he's been traveling.
Another wierd thing - a strange visual from the night - the guy apparently had a gun and several boxes of shells in his truck, because the stream bed was littered with the shining brass of shotgun shells and more closed boxes of shells, and a gunstock was sticking out the truck window.
Oddly enough none of my neighbors seemed to hear or react to it. If I hadn't been around to hear it the guy would have been lying in the stream all night, because there is no easy way to see down to the stream from the road.
I hope I never have to see that many cop cars in my front yard again. It makes me feel kinda paranoid. I never expected to see anything like that, except in my dark fantasies of a neocon/american taliban roundup of adult webmasters. ;-}
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