My_Toes_Are_Cold
February 26th, 2010, 02:35 AM
My mother may live in a suburban town outside of Boston, but that doesn't mean like is easy. I always knew there were raccoons, coyotes, and even mountain lions skulking in the night for food to scavenge or prey on. Never did I think I would have such a close encounter as I am about to present.
It was late at night; almost 2 AM and I had classes in the morning, but I didn't care. I was driving back from my campus, since I was staying at home for the next few days (living in a college dorm can get overwhelming at times, and going home is good). I had just smoked some weed about a half hour or so ago and I was feeling pretty good. Smoked some weed, drove a few miles and made it through Brookline (their cops are downright harassing), and was home-free.
I would not suggest ever driving high. I am a terrible example in that department, so don't think for a second that I condone it.
As I was going down a street creeping closer and closer to home, I saw something run across the street. At first I thought it was a rabbit, since they have been common the past few years. However, it was too big and then I thought it was a large dog - a German Shepherd for comparison. Then I realized it was a German Shepherd-sized raccoon. I slammed on the brakes. Thank God for my recent brake fix. I halt right before the raccoon, mere inches from it hitting my bumper.
When the car was close enough, I could see the bastard's eyes bulge and its maw fly open to screech in terror. It was like something I would see in one of my old cartoon shows. The raccoon stared into my headlights like a shocked deer. I didn't run it over. Thank God. A wave of relief built up in my chest.
However, the wave was crushed by the enormous, dense stone of horror. The raccoon turned around and tried to run back whence it came. This would have been fine, if it weren't for the oncoming car that didn't see the raccoon as precise as I (strange, considering I was stoned off my ass). The oncoming car didn't know what to do or what even was going on. I think she (I saw her in the driver's seat) was wondering what the hell I was doing, but realized it too late as the raccoon was crushed by her front left tire, spun for a revolution and a half under the tire, and flew onto someone's lawn. This all happened in a matter three seconds.
I didn't know what to do. I've only been in an accident once, and I was freaking out then. The other driver kept driving, so that's what I did; but she did eventually stop, and I saw it in my rear-view mirror. I kept going. What if that thing was still alive? I'm not getting out my safe vehicle. They didn't crash. They should be fine. I'm freaking out.
I turn to the next street and, while still trying to wrap my head around the recent roadkill, a huge beast of a four-legged creature runs across the road and watches my car pass while standing on a lawn. I stop to look. I meet its eyes that shimmer in the dim, orange street light that is too far away to illuminate this creature's identity to me. I thought it was a dog, then a coyote, but I just didn't know. I still don't know.
And now I can't fucking fall asleep.
Morals of the story:
1. Don't stay up or go out past midnight.
2. Don't smoke weed and drive.
3. Don't smoke weed and get paranoid easily.
Blech...
It was late at night; almost 2 AM and I had classes in the morning, but I didn't care. I was driving back from my campus, since I was staying at home for the next few days (living in a college dorm can get overwhelming at times, and going home is good). I had just smoked some weed about a half hour or so ago and I was feeling pretty good. Smoked some weed, drove a few miles and made it through Brookline (their cops are downright harassing), and was home-free.
I would not suggest ever driving high. I am a terrible example in that department, so don't think for a second that I condone it.
As I was going down a street creeping closer and closer to home, I saw something run across the street. At first I thought it was a rabbit, since they have been common the past few years. However, it was too big and then I thought it was a large dog - a German Shepherd for comparison. Then I realized it was a German Shepherd-sized raccoon. I slammed on the brakes. Thank God for my recent brake fix. I halt right before the raccoon, mere inches from it hitting my bumper.
When the car was close enough, I could see the bastard's eyes bulge and its maw fly open to screech in terror. It was like something I would see in one of my old cartoon shows. The raccoon stared into my headlights like a shocked deer. I didn't run it over. Thank God. A wave of relief built up in my chest.
However, the wave was crushed by the enormous, dense stone of horror. The raccoon turned around and tried to run back whence it came. This would have been fine, if it weren't for the oncoming car that didn't see the raccoon as precise as I (strange, considering I was stoned off my ass). The oncoming car didn't know what to do or what even was going on. I think she (I saw her in the driver's seat) was wondering what the hell I was doing, but realized it too late as the raccoon was crushed by her front left tire, spun for a revolution and a half under the tire, and flew onto someone's lawn. This all happened in a matter three seconds.
I didn't know what to do. I've only been in an accident once, and I was freaking out then. The other driver kept driving, so that's what I did; but she did eventually stop, and I saw it in my rear-view mirror. I kept going. What if that thing was still alive? I'm not getting out my safe vehicle. They didn't crash. They should be fine. I'm freaking out.
I turn to the next street and, while still trying to wrap my head around the recent roadkill, a huge beast of a four-legged creature runs across the road and watches my car pass while standing on a lawn. I stop to look. I meet its eyes that shimmer in the dim, orange street light that is too far away to illuminate this creature's identity to me. I thought it was a dog, then a coyote, but I just didn't know. I still don't know.
And now I can't fucking fall asleep.
Morals of the story:
1. Don't stay up or go out past midnight.
2. Don't smoke weed and drive.
3. Don't smoke weed and get paranoid easily.
Blech...