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The Accident     Every once and awhile Ill sense of smell support on my life and Ill laugh. Particularly at the times I worn out(p) with my better(p) friend Nate and each the mischief we caused. I look dressing now and I think what the HELL were we doing? How did we not die? sire you ever sat down and had a conversation with a phallic teen between the ages of 14-17? I shouldve been locked away for that period of my life, I bedamn I was temporarily insane. I had NO concept of "consequences" or "repercussions". I did whatever, whenever. Unfortunately this lilliputian package of immaturity similarly came with some other direct thoughts such as a sense of invincibility, a total slackness for any authority, and taking pretty much EVERYTHING in my life for granted. Whats also unfortunate, is that I had to learn all of these life lessons the hard way, and in unitary horrible wickedness when I was just sixteen and a unrivaled-half years ol d.     As I said, Nate and I are best friends, a little out of touch now, but best friends nonetheless. I supposition it was the fact that we were both rebelling against the environment we were slowly growing up in that it made us so much alike. In a town where white-pride isnt just common, more like a way of life, we were just a gallus of 12 year old kids looking for an escape. Whats strange closely growing up in a small town is that it encourages a sense of self-value, independence, and creativity which can be lost in big(a) towns or cities. I mean, if youre not doing something creative in our town, what the hell else would you be doing? So, Nate and I developed a VERY similar sense of humor. A dry sense of humor that I assume no one else actually appreciated because we didnt have all that many other friends.      We entered in-between school with hopes of new experiences and meeting new interesting people. This was when I met Jeff, m y other life-long-hetero friend. Jeff and I played hockey together when we were eight. He quit, and I hadnt seen him since. at a time I introduced him to Nate, we all became very close friends.     Finally the day came that all 16 year old dreams about. Jeff and I got our licenses. We were both a little older than most people in our graduating class, so we were a couple of the prospered kids. And on top of that, we both had very nice cars. mine a ... ... at Nate, he was clutching his chest from a deep uprise he got from the seat belt, I was intimately too ashamed to look directly at him, his face covered in blood. He looked at me and said Im sorry, I shouldnt have egged you on, Im sorry. Before I could respond Jeff interjected, Nah, I shouldnt have taken you guys down here, this was a stupid idea, Im an idiot. Im just so glad you guys arent dead. I couldnt believe this, I screwed up, almost killing one of my best friends and here they were trying to make ex cuses for MY mistake. The car was totaled, we drove through a fence, hit a tree and then a mound of ground which was what tossed the car on its side. The backseat had collapsed, everything in the trunk was now in the summit of the car. Most of it hitting Nate on the way there. We stood there. Quiet. In shock from all the life lessons we had just learned in about 5 seconds. You could almost feel the childhood slip away. It was then that I realized how lucky I was to have such great friends, and how precious life really is, and how it can be altered, permanently, so quickly. Ill think about this night every once in awhile. It reminds me how happy I should be to even so be alive.