You just hadta click on this link, didn't you? Well, here's how it goes, and it's not a
pretty picture:
Unfortunately, the cops didn't bother to fasten your seat belts after the arrest, so
you were thrown out midway through the second roll. The cops were belted in
though and had air bags, so aside from a few bruises, they were OK.
Your "partner in crime" although unbelted, managed to stay in the car, suffering
only a minor lump on the head and a sprained wrist...
The three occupants slowly regain consciousness, the noxious vapors in the cruiser having evaporated through the broken windows.
"Are you alright son?" the cop asks Clyde, pulling him from the car.
"Take it easy on the arm, man! Hey, where's the little dude?" he asks.
They look around and eventually find your body beneath a rock face, your neck twisted, blood and brain matter sprayed across the ground nearby.
"Poor kid never had a chance..." "Hey Charlie, call the station, let 'em know what's up... Damn, I'm not looking forward to the paperwork on this one."
“Me either, probably take half the night...and I was supposed to go out to dinner with the old lady after shift change... have lasagna at the Olive Garden..."
Author’s Note: There is a lesson to be learned here: Always wear your seat belt. Although this chapter is only a work of fiction, parts of it are based on my observation as a witness to a major traffic accident in which a man was killed who would otherwise have survived...
if only he had buckled up.
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