last night, was the most mind nummingly insane of my life. events follow
8:00 PM, im eating Mexican food with my cousin in Anaheim, CA. He is 19 (birthday today) so we were eating a burrito for the occasion. his parents are in Kansas visiting relatives. 8:30: we get a call from a Hospital in San Francisco, his grandfather has had 2 MASSIVE heart attacks. he is on the table to reattach an artery. my cousin fucking FLIPS OUT. His grandfather is the last of his grandparents, we are all very close.
ok, we are the only ones in our family even close or ready to go. i am 16, he is 19. he has a Scion tC, so i tell him we need to go up. he was physically unable to drive (he was fucking emotional). so at 9:00 PM, we left Anaheim and headed towards SF. By about 10:00, I was driving. we were in LA, there were no cars on the freeway for seriously 21 miles. i was going 100 MPH.
at about 11:00, we were outside of San Luis Obispo. we pulled over to call my parent, who are in Hawaii, to tell them. needless to say, they cant do shit. i told them that i was driving, with a provisional license, over 100 mph on the freeway, they almost didnt care because they knew how much my cousins grandfather meant to him.
at 1:00 AM we pull into the Hospital, we check on my(kinda) grandfather. He is not doing well, doctors have given him 3-7 months to live (bad case of Diabetes and heart problems.
at 3:00 am, i start on the road again, this time alone. i was so tired, i fell asleep at the wheel 3 times before i pulled off the road and slept for about 40 minutes.
so fucking finally, at 3:50 PM, i get home. the car has NO gas, i havent slept in 31 hours, and i just learned my cousins last remaining grandparent is going to die soon.
my next action is to grab a Dr. Pepper and play some BF2.
8:00 PM, im eating Mexican food with my cousin in Anaheim, CA. He is 19 (birthday today) so we were eating a burrito for the occasion. his parents are in Kansas visiting relatives. 8:30: we get a call from a Hospital in San Francisco, his grandfather has had 2 MASSIVE heart attacks. he is on the table to reattach an artery. my cousin fucking FLIPS OUT. His grandfather is the last of his grandparents, we are all very close.
ok, we are the only ones in our family even close or ready to go. i am 16, he is 19. he has a Scion tC, so i tell him we need to go up. he was physically unable to drive (he was fucking emotional). so at 9:00 PM, we left Anaheim and headed towards SF. By about 10:00, I was driving. we were in LA, there were no cars on the freeway for seriously 21 miles. i was going 100 MPH.
at about 11:00, we were outside of San Luis Obispo. we pulled over to call my parent, who are in Hawaii, to tell them. needless to say, they cant do shit. i told them that i was driving, with a provisional license, over 100 mph on the freeway, they almost didnt care because they knew how much my cousins grandfather meant to him.
at 1:00 AM we pull into the Hospital, we check on my(kinda) grandfather. He is not doing well, doctors have given him 3-7 months to live (bad case of Diabetes and heart problems.
at 3:00 am, i start on the road again, this time alone. i was so tired, i fell asleep at the wheel 3 times before i pulled off the road and slept for about 40 minutes.
so fucking finally, at 3:50 PM, i get home. the car has NO gas, i havent slept in 31 hours, and i just learned my cousins last remaining grandparent is going to die soon.
my next action is to grab a Dr. Pepper and play some BF2.