May 6, 2002
I heard the squealing brakes, the thump and the silence. Followed by the howling. I didn’t want to hear that. I never want to hear that. I jumped to the window and seen people running, seen the car stopped in the middle of the street, seen it in slow motion. The wailing continued as if the audio track was out of synchronization with the video and turned to the highest level. I grabbed my remote, blasted the volume button to cover the noise. I heard the squealing of brakes, the thump and the silence. I turned off the TV immediately.