Hulk Angry

I wish I could say I was in a good mood, but the best I can settle for is sobering.

Last night a good friend of mine was involved in a motorcycle accident. He was drunk and he rode home. He lost two of his toes because of it as well as countless other damages to his body. Still, he’s lucky to be alive.

The infuriating thing about all of it is that it should have been completely prevented. I was with him not an hour before the accident. I recognized he was too drunk. I asked his closer friends to take him home. When they laughed it off and left without him, I stayed, taking his keys and his cell phone trying to call someone in his family who could come pick him up. After an hour, I finally reached his sister who came and grabbed him.

That should have been the end of the story. He should have gone home, woken up late for work the next morning with a hangover and laughed about it later in the day.

But, no. He waited until I left, jumped out of his sister’s moving car and ran back for his bike. The rest of the story you know. Now he’s in the ICU.

People ask me if I’m OK. I am not OK, I am mad. I am disappointed. I am dumbfounded that after taking all the right precautions something like this happened. Truth be told, I just don’t know what to say….

Stay tuned for a more witty and insightful blog later. I’m spent for now.