NOTE: The title above doesn't mean I had a number of really bad days, just one. It's just a good way to introduce this really bad day I had.
In storyteller mode: "It all began early in the morning. The sun was high, the skies were blue, and all was awakened for the start of a new day. I prepared to take my younger sibling to his school and we left home for the great world. The traffic light in front of me was green, all was secure, and I prepared to make my turn. And then.......out of the vast nothingness.........emerges a great danger. A car, its driver ignorant of the scene, continues traveling forward, unaware of the change in traffic. Only at the last moment did she see me, but by then..........it was too late.
I remember it well: the cry of my brother, my sudden notice of the gray car about to hit me, my words of shock saying "OH SHIT! OH......!" All this in the span of a few seconds. And then........CRASH!!!!!!!!
The approaching car couldn't stop in time, and she struck the left side of my car, destroying the framework, ruining the front left tire and damaging its axle. Yet the damage was not severe; the engine still ran, and my brother and I survived unscathed. We were most fortunate. Good fortune favored us that day.
I felt the surge of adrenaline before, and I now felt its aftershock. My body was shaking, I was in complete disbelief, and then I quickly reacted and drove to a safe place to park so I could exchange information with the other driver. It all went smoothly well, and soon, business was concluded.
Later in the day, I walked to work, seeing as I had no method of transportation, but my workplace was not far from home. So did I travel on foot, still mulling over the morning event.........and never thinking for once that I would be witness to three more near-incidents this day.
The first started with me as an unintended target. The light yet again was green, no cars were moving, and the crosswalk was clear. I began my walk, watching a car approach the left-hand turn.........the driver did not stop. Completely ignorant of the road ahead of her, she continued. I only noticed her at the last moment and said, "What the hell!?" She then saw me and hit the brakes. No injury, no damage, but yet again, I was almost run over. Yet all was well.
Later during my work, I was witness to another near-collision. Two cars traveling in opposite directions were so close, and yet neither driver saw each other. They nearly collided, swerving at the last moment and thus saving themselves. But it was the final near-incident, the third, that was the most shocking of all. Not even my accident could compare to this one.
During my work, I beheld a young little girl, probably near three to four years of age, run at full speed out of the place where I work, her mother in pursuit. The girl does not stop, and to my shock, she continues to run, actually running out into the busy parking lot, where she is nearly hit by two cars who hit the brakes in time. She was fortunate, but again, the shock of seeing that left me wondering, "God, what a crazy day."
So yes, that was my day, and it was truly one of surprises, near-misses, and just plain shock." End storyteller mode.
All of it true, my friends. Yesterday, I suffered a car accident where a driver didn't stop when the light was red, and she hit me as I was making my turn. Then those three things happen later in the day. I mean, wow, what a freaking crazy day. I felt drained when I got home afterwards. But at least I'm fine.
There are definitely days in our lives when all goes to hell, and there are varying levels of completely hellish days for each of us. This one, though, tops all the hellish days I've had in my life.
Well, enough about that, and now to business. I have a special project in the works that I've been working with for some months now. It's already at the halfway point, and will be nearing completion soon. This project has important significance to me because I don't think any artist on dA has ever attempted such a feat. And no, it's not to get recognition (well, not completely), but it mainly because I wanted to go into an "art binge" so to speak, and I've been making art, writing, and photos like crazy. You'll know more later, in due time.
For now, though, this is farewell, a good-hearted farewell.
I'm a little surprised, too, that I could take this accident and write it in story-like form...........interesting...........
P.S. There is one other incident that comes close to the accident I had yesterday. I was driving along the freeway during a stormy, rainy day, and being really careful with my driving. Yet both en route to my destination and on the return trip home, I was witness to no less than SIX.........SIX car accidents! And the sixth one was the worst; a whole car was totally flipped over.
EDIT: 12:32 PM, PST: It is done. The insurance company has declared my car a total loss and thus granted my family some compensation for the vehicle. Its final resting place is the junkyard, and so as a self-appointed minor Tech-adept of the Adeptus Mechanicus technocracy, I have performed the final words of thanks and blessing to the sacred machine spirit of the car. The Rites of Ending have been performed, the car's spirit blessed and soothed for the last journey, its parts blessed for new life and service with other vehicles. It is hard to give final sacrament to a holy vehicle of the Machine God, a vehicle that served me and my family well for more than a decade. But its life is done, its machine spark spent, and so there are just the final rites and rituals of machine-death to complete.
Finis Machina. May the Machine God take the vehicle's sacred machine spirit and bless it with a new body. May the Machine God give due justice to the tech-heretics in turn. Opus Machina.