i was a my friends house about five years ago, and when i came back my mom told me my neighbor had killed himself. apparently he was on the phone with his wife, and he said he was going to do it so she called the cops and he did it while they were on there way. he blew his fuckin brains out with a 12 gauge in the back yard. my brother told me that the cops came around the corner of our neighborhood doing about 40 mph, but they werent fast enough.
another thing. my brother is in the navy, and is an avionics tech person. when he was down in curacao (i think thats how its spelled), he was on his way back from the base on the military bus at about 5:00 in the morning. there were some native teenagers who were joyriding in there mothers car and were apparently high as hell, and he said that all he say was there lights drift into the other lane, and then they hit the bus. he hit one of the guard rails on the bus and the bus then hit a tree on the side of the road. he got out and say the two teenagers both dead on impact, with their brains and blood all over the fuckin place. cops later arrived no one on the bus was hurt, but his friend was missing until they found him jammed under the driver seat. my brother was really shooken up.
my mom picked me up at school and told me that there was an accident. she then proceeded to tell me what i wrote about his situation.
it was kind of wierd because earlier that day i had been thinking about what it would be like if my brother lost an arm or a leg in an accident while on deployment.