[Personal Notations]

Earlier this afternoon was the third time on tour that I've cried. This one was less intense though. It's been becoming a problem, actually...

In about a week and a half I'll be in Florida and I'll be on a plane to New York for a couple weeks. In that time we'll be hooking up with Ryland's friend Lane's band, The Ocean Floor, in South Carolina. We haphazardly ran into Lane in Williamsburg, Brooklyn, when we locked ourself out of the car for two hours in the cold wind. It was not good times. Lane is a bang up fellow and I'm excited to meet up with him again.

I'm not exactly sure what I will be doing for Christmas. I've kind of stopped celebrating that holiday since it bums my grandmother and myself out on account of our family's status. Personal note: It's hard to celebrate it when you don't necessarily have a family and just like valentines day, if you don't have a valentine, then you pretty much detest the holiday. I don't think everyone is like that but I do know that it's hard for me to see most of the people I know partake in something that I am unable to engage in myself. It's kind of like seeing all of your friends get invited to a house party but you're not welcome due to the poor grounds you are with a resident of that house. I can't really do anything about it.

Since I'll have a couple of weeks in New York I might record some songs and perhaps work on some drafts of a comic I'm planning to publish. It's going to be a bit rough drawing since all of my art materials are in the back of my car in Ryland's driveway.

I've been having the case of the crazy's for Taco Bell in the past week. It's sick, actually, but luckily Taco Bell has vegetarian options otherwise I wouldn't really eat there. I discovered that in the midwest and the south, Taco Bell is referred to as 4th meal when it's in conjunction with the late night hours such as post rock show. It doesn't correlate to the hobbit meal plan though, something I immediately inquiereied about when I heard of this nonsense. This craving for Taco Bell, however, has reminded me that I need to do some research on MSG, the neurological effects of it and the FDA's regulations take on it.

We were in the drive through tonight ordering food in the most ridiculous manner we usually order in. The employees at that establishment always get confused when we subtract meat then add beans to our order; something in the business that we like to call replacing. At some point when our friend DL and I are conversing and Ryland is laughing because we're all pretty out of it and shouting- we hear a crack outside. Like metal hitting metal that could definitely be considered a car accident.

A man in a wheel chair-crossing the road near us- was hit by a car.

The driver of the car had a green light and the pedestrian began to cross the street anyway. The car immediately stopped after the impact and I believe it was a bit before the driver exited his vehicle. DL said "I think someone got hit? I'm calling 9-1-1" and proceeded to do so. He gets on the phone and begins to talk to the operator and in about 20 seconds after he gets on the horn, about a minute after the man was hit, there was an ambulance that pulled up near the scene. During this time I'm not quite clear what to do and I was probably going to get out of the car but it looked like there were already people on the scene.

From when I first noticed there was a hit pedestrian, I saw a person laying on the road to what seemed like he was writhing in pain; kind of in the same manner that someone would rock back and forth in the fetal position. He was wearing all black from what I could tell but I am unsure about where he was hit and how bad he was. Not too soon after the paramedics arrived, they gathered around the scene and assessed the situation, the three cars that were there originally there stayed, maybe a few cars drove by the accident and the car that hit the pedestrian moved to the other side of the road. A bit after the man who drove the car got out of his vehicle, the police arrived and a fire truck soon arrive opposite to the police cruiser.

The man stopped moving.

The paramedics brought out a gurney and didn't really put him on it. I think they just set it down on the ground and may have or not put him on it. They were very slow about this operation but I watched one paramedic walk over to the ambulance  and bring back something that turned out to be a sheet when he unfolded it. He then put it over the man, I believe, in the same way that you would make a bed.

I witnessed someone die tonight.