I worked in an office in which someone in very high standing did the hit-the-gas-instead-of-the-brake thing and ran into a bunch of girl scouts selling cookies together with their moms. One of the moms had her leg amputated and the children were hospitalized but all lived, iirc. But whoa shit. There was some question of whether he should have been driving while on painkillers because he was having severe back problems, and he was parking in a disabled space (reminder to girl scouts -- don't set up your stand in front of a DISABLED parking space), and it would freak me the fuck out thereafter whenever he would offer the woman in the office next to me some nice oxycontin for her knee pain, claiming it had no side effects.


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All meetings end in separation
All acquisition ends in dispersion
All life ends in death
- The Buddha

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