Rob got in a truck accident today
Background information: during the summer I work serveral jobs, but the one that I've been doing the most for the last 5 years is spraying weeds. Spraying weeds, for the most part, is pretty easy work. You drive to a site with a truck filled with a 150 gallon tank of water, take out your spray hose and kill those weeds. Now this is important, the tank that we use for the chemicals is huge, about a quarter the size of our truck. We bolted that sucker into the box so that it wouldn't move, and believe me, with all that water on the back, it's something that you don't want moving.

Flashfoward to the end of my workday, 11 hours and counting and we're on the way home. My younger brother has just got his "L" and he's been begging me to let him drive all day. Since it's been a *long* day (we drove over 400 kilometers)I decide, why the hell not, let the guy ride. 76 kilometers from home, it happens in a flash, like a skip in a record. One moment we're going up a hill, in the next, we're boucing up and down, blazing through the ditch. The truck jumps twice, and I swear at my brother. Everything is in slow motion. I notice that glass is flying all around us, but I have no clue where it's coming from. Then we stop, it's over faster than anything. Simon's in shock, and thinks that we'll be able to pull the truck out of the ditch. What we don't realize yet is that the back axel is torn to shreds. Once we're out we see the damage. Our mother fucking huge spray until is 10 meters away from the truck, the pump totally buggered, our chemicals gone. It's in front of the truck. Apperently after smashing the back up and uprooting it's self from the bolts (huge holes) it skipped over the truck. Our other pump is on the other side of the truck, remarkably undamaged.

It takes the ambulance about 45 minutes to get to the scene. By then, our statement has been taken by the police, our injuries are assessed (Simon is unheart, I have several cuts, lots of pain in my chest) and a phone call is made for a ride home. The cop tells us that if things were different, we're probably be dead, so I suppose I should ssay that I'm lucky, or thank God, or something. I don't know. All I know is that things can change in an instant and things seem different after an experience like that. After the accident I've been resisting the urge to tell everyone to bugger off. I'm tired of everything. I just to go to bed and heal.