Eh...it was a long time ago, though I guess decades later it wasn't that bad. Teenage stuff.

It was a monthly anniversary with a girlfriend. Like 8 or 9 or something, can't remember exactly. Had planned to take her to a nice dinner.

Called her up, we chatted, she seemed off. A few questions led quickly into a breakup I did not see coming. This was the first girl I really, really loved.

Was very depressed. Two friends and I decided to go to this large arcade to take my mind off things. I borrow my mom's car.

On the way we get hit by a semi truck. Nothing terrible, no one hurt, it just took a turn so badly that it scraped along our hood for a few feet. My friends bail (they are on passenger side) but I just sit there staring at this trailer coming closer and closer to my face.

He stops, gets out, and accuses us of backing up after the accident (we were behind the line at an intersection, he lied to the cops saying we were too far forward).

Car is still driveable (probably not legally though) so we drive home. I'm a dumb kid, so get NO info. No names, no license number. Hell, I didn't even know what CITY I got hit in, and this is right when the internet was starting, so that info wasn't easy to get.

Come home, get yelled at for how I handled the accident, swallowed about 20 benadryl (not a suicide attempt, just didn't want to face the world for a long time) and passed out.