for those of you who don't know- the road to/from my work is a 2 lane, windy, mountain like road. there aren't places to pull over, unless you'd like to plummet down the mountainside. so i was driving home last night and these 2 guys start flagging me down. they're just standing on the road, with no car around and i'm wondering where the fuck they came from? so i stopped and asked them what was up. they said that a car went over the side of the road- but i couldn't see anything. (of course, i'm thinking this is all a lie and as soon as i step out of my jeep they're going to club me over the head with a bat- kill me and steal my car.) so i drive further towards the edge of the road and there it is- a car down the side, crashed into a tree and completely flipped upside down, tire still spinning, car still smoking. then i notice that one kid was bleeding from the leg and the other was bleeding from his arm and hand. i accept the fact that they aren't going to hack me into little pieces when one of them asks if i can give him a ride to his house at the bottom of the hill. it then enters my mind that maybe he is going to hack me into pieces when he hops in the back of my car. (i'm easier to attack from behind while i'm driving you know.) i realize that they are both in such complete shock that trying to have a conversation with either one of them is like trying to talk to a newborn about well.. anything.
the kid i'm driving home tells me that he can't tell his mom he was with this other kid. his parents don't like him (hmmm, i wonder why.. he almost killed you) and he'll be in trouble. i'm trying to talk to him, drive, and stare at him in my rear view to make sure he doesn't try to hack me. i know, i know- i'm mental. he's talking about how he can't tell his parents, and how the other kid doesn't want to call his mom and i'm just thinking- kids are such shits.
it amazes me the things we try to keep from our parents. the things we don't want to tell them because they'll be upset, they'll be worried, or mad. i told him that he had to tell his parents about this. especially because he was so shaken up and he couldn't hide that from them. and while they might be mad that he was with the other shithead friend, they'd be happy he wasn't dead. they just want him to be safe.
and then i fast forwarded about 8 years to blake being a teenager and wondered what stupid things he would do and try to keep from me? and dammit, i don't like that one bit! but then i think about all the stupid things i did and didn't tell my parents. i like to think it was for the sake of their sanity. i was just looking out for their mental health. i had their best interests in mind. yeah, that's it.