FriendBurst Blog

I was working 2nd shift, and I had to work late. 2am and I am driving home on Hwy 62 a 2 lane that is hillier than the Racers at King’s Island.

As I crested the hill there was a large Dark object in front of me. I dodge into the other lane, into oncoming traffic, and my mind registers as the shock of the crash registers, that It was a horse. I was able to miss the horse with the front of the Truck, but the horse jumped into the side. There is blood everywhere, all of the windows were gone in an instant. The force of the crash turned me completely around so I am facing the way I was coming. I slide off the road and sideways down the hillside, crashing through a fence and into a tree.

I set there moments. My ears are burning. So I put my hand to my ear and when my hand comes back it is covered with blood. “OMG”, I think, “I’ve cut my ear off”. I shake my head and glass falls from my head. Blood is running in streams down my face and pooling in the seat.

The Passenger door is right beside me. I try the drivers door and I am able to open it enough to get out. It is a very dark night. I look around. I am in the middle of nowhere. A farmhouse is in the distance, so I start walking to the Farm house.

I knock on the door. A woman opens the curtains and looks out the window. I can see her say OMG and close the curtains. I can’t believe she won’t open the door and help me. My mind urges me to yell, “I have killed your neighbors and I have come for you”, but I am able to fight the urge back. I bang on the door more insistently, and yell through the door, “I’ve hit a horse on the Highway, call the police.”

I stand impotently in front of the closed door. I sigh, turn, and trudge back to the crash.

When I get back to the truck, a State Police officer is there. He sticks his 150 battery flashlight inches from my eyes and says, “how much have you had to drink tonight”… My mind recoils and my first reaction was an intense almost irresistible desire to kick him in the nuts… I knew this was inappropriate behavior… As I struggled with the proper response to this abuse, he changed his tone and Asked me if I had been drinking tonight.

Minutes later we are sitting in his patrol car as he calls my Manager and wakes him up to verify that I had indeed just got off work. More Police cars arrive and they are having a good ol time Bullshitting and joking with one another. A Lady arrives crying that I’d Killed MidNight… Her Husband arrives and pulling his wife away he convinces her that the dead horse is not MidNight and that MidNight is in Tennessee with some relative, remember.

The officer is sitting in the front seat and it is 30 minutes since he first started interrogating me, I know because they have a clock on the dashboard. He looked right at me and all the blood running down my face and all over me and says, “should I call you an Ambulance”. The first thing I think of to say is “I’m an Ambulance”, but what I actually say, and by this time I am starting to get really pissed off, is, “I Haven’t passed out yet. Could you give me a ride home so I can wash some of this blood off and determine how much of it is mine.”

Anyway, I get the ride home and I get the shower. I have minor cuts on my ear and abrasions on my scalp. Most of the blood was from the horse. It was as if someone turned a garden hose of blood on me.

The next day I get a call from the tow truck driver and he is pissed off at me. When he pulled back the passenger side door there was a Horse’s head in the floor pan. He felt I should have told him that I decapitated the horse and his head was in the truck. It had scared the Bejeebers out of him. (exact quote)

The horse lay in front of Mrs. Ross’ mailbox for weeks. It was too big for animal control to pick up. She called our congressman and somehow he got someone local to come out and pick up the horse. They had to cut it up with a chain saw.