Kasi Jones

 

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Okay,

I’m gonna talk about it.

I got in a car accident.

A hit n Run

they hit (ME!)

and then they RUN Ya’ll!

Here’s the thing, I’m a pretty together type of person, nothing really shocks me, nothing really shakes me…but this accident threw me over the edge for a few days. I think because I responded to what could have happened instead of what actually did happen.

It all happened so fast, one minute I was driving up LaBrea,

I see some headlights turning left into my door

I swerve

I feel impact

I twirl through this monstrous  intersection

I squeeze, brace, pray, and think about my mom

I land on a median

I sit there and realize nothings bleeding

My phone rings

I say, “hey I’ve just been in a horrific accident but I’m fine, I’ll call you back in a minute yeah? I’ve just got to call the cops”

I smell smoke

I freak out and think my cars gonna blow up

I grab my phone and my Sing Sister Sing music book

I get out and stand next to the car on the median

I awkwardly run my hands all over my body to see if there is damage

I dial 911

HERE’S WHERE IT GETS CRAZY

Its a normal call at first, and I’m in enough shock that I’m very calm and answering all of the woman’s questions,

then at a certain point, I realize I’ve been on the call for about 5 minutes and I don’t hear any sirens…usually when there’s an accident like that, a million people call and someone is there right away…usually. I also realize that I am standing on this median, next to a damaged car, in the middle of traffic, and no one is offering help.

That’s when it hits me

I must be dead.

I’m dead and I just think I’m alive.

That’s why I’m not injured

That’s why there are no sirens

That’s why no ones stopping

They won’t stop because they can’t see me

because I’m dead.

AT THIS POINT I START TO GET HYSTERICAL

The woman on the phone keeps asking me to describe the intersection, she says she needs to know EXACTLY where it happened, cross streets aren’t enough, The map she’s looking at doesn’t match the actual intersection because LA is a sociological experiment designed to test peoples grit,  she didn’t ask for longitude and latitude, but that’s pretty much what she wanted…pretty much. and I say, “I don’t understand why you need such specific locations, I’m on Overhill where it turns into La Brea at Stocker”

“actually, that specific intersection falls into three different jurisdictions, so we need to know EXACTLY where it happened.”

ummmm……

WTF?!

I respond with ” (gulp) Ummm…are you gonna send someone soon (voice beginning to break) because I’m all alone out here and I’m starting to freak out(gulp)” yeah, I thought I was a ghost, I’ll say that constitutes a solid freakout.

and this woman say’s “UM ACTUALLY MA’AM I ONLY HAVE TWO QUESTIONS LEFT AND THAT WAS ONE OF THEM”

at this point I cross the street because I realize it might not be the safest thing to stand in the middle of a busy street next to a busted car that’s obstructing traffic.

I sit down on a little wall at the corner, she asks my name and number, I give it too her, and she says “Okay…”

Then I sit there with the  phone to my ear for about 47 seconds waiting for her next question, or for her to say someone should be there soon…anything.

At this point I look at my phone and realize that the call is over.

ummm….

NEXT TIME SAY GOODBYE ITS PHONE ETIQUETTE 101! LET THE OTHER CALLER KNOW THE CONVERSATIONS OVER!

A lot of stuff happened after that, weird tow guys, conversations with my mother, then the cops arrived…

ALL OF THEM

The Highway Patrol was first (and it turns out it is there jurisdiction) two officers both lovely, moved my car

Next LAPD,   they asked if I needed anything, I thought that was sweet.

Finally the sheriffs arrived, and they were also sweet, someone patted my back and said, “at least you’re all right! Just a little shaken huh”

and I turned to him, made really intense eye contact and said…

“Not a scratch on me”

then started to do a strange giggle/gurgle/cry thing.

They left preettty quick after that.

‘Cept the HP they stayed, they stayed and were amazing and sweet and lovely.

Then my heroes for the night, David Ott and the beautiful Amber Ojeda came and rescued me.

I’m tired of typing about this. Thinking about it is emotionally exhausting.

I’m alive

and grateful

Not a scratch on me.

I love you.

xx

ps. Lets take care of each other yeah?

Yeah.

I know.

Can’t.

Wait.