Again, the setting was the house I grew up in, and I was walking to my friend's house who lived up the road from me. Right before I reached her yard, this big truck, looked like a semi, hit this pickup truck and flipped across the road. My friend's dad just happened to be there and pulled me out of the way of the flipping truck. I asked him what that was all about. He lit a cigarette and told me the neighborhood got worse and worse.
The guys in both trucks were dead.
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