What's weird is that it didn't really bother me that much? Once my parents weren't mad at me, at least. (My mom was like 'ahhhh omg my baby are you ok?' and my dad was grudgingly 'I guess everyone's going to really, really screw up once, but let this be the only lesson you need.') I was kind of like, stunned a bit at the idea that I could have killed people if they were in the car with me, but since they weren't, I just sort of got over it after a week or two.

Weirdly enough I didn't even have a sore neck. 0_o

I was itchy as hell for awhile though. And shiny, with all the little pieces of glass that were apparently embedded in my skin.

I got off lucky, man.