Swoooooosh!

I had a strange experience this weekend. I was in a real rage…one of those blind, murderous rages where self-control vanishes entirely. You know what I'm talking about - if you're married, or have kids, or better yet, married with kids, you've been there. Anyway, something happened at home - what happened is really not important - and it was late at night, closer to my kids' wake-up time than their bedtime…and I, you know, got behind the wheel of my car and in my blind rage, kind of hit a tree. Or something.

The strange part is what happened afterward. I went to the hospital, got released, and when the police asked to question me, I refused. Maybe I got hit in the head in the accident, I don't remember. They asked a couple more times, and I refused each time - I figured what had happened was between me, my family, and possibly the tree.

Nobody was hurt, and if there was property damage involved, I'm good for it. And I'm insured. No biggie.

Anyway, there's nothing to tell. And I've cooperated fully with the authorities. Except that I've refused to talk to the authorities, but that's my right as a citizen. The people in my gated community understand, I can tell you.

Frankly, I don't expect that anything will come of the incident. Life goes on, you know.

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