I'm about to get something off my chest that's been the darkest deepest secret I've never told anyone, not even my girlfriend of 4 years.
When I was 16, my parents bought me a brand new VW Jetta. I know, it's a fag car etc etc (heard it all since it was high school), but I loved that thing, it had a manual transmission and was faster and nicer than all of my friends' cars.
So a week and a half after I got the car, I was at a friends house just chilling until around 2am and then decided to go home. Well as I was leaving his neighborhood I passed by this empty church parking lot, and I wanted to just fuck around with my car and do some donuts and shit.
It's almost pitch black-- I lived in a not so big town in Arizona where there aren't a whole lot of street lights etc, and I guess to save on the electric bill this parking lot didn't have its lights on. I rolled down my windows and just started racing around the little medians, making my tires squeal etc, generally having a good time. I took it fast on a straight portion and turn hard left into the corner, but as I turned in, I felt a huge bump and almost lost control of my car-- 45mph in the dark is VERY fast even when slowing for a turn.
I knew I hit something. I was completely shaken up, but I put the car in park and got out and walked back to where I thought I'd hit whatever it was. My eyes adjusted to the darkness and I saw a kid lying down on his back-- his head was completely flattened, like exploded with this black wet streak coming out in the direction of my car, it looked black but I know it was blood. He still had his ipod, one of the original huge white ones in his hand but hte earbuds were out.
I fuckign killed this bastard instantly. He must've been sleeping or stoned or whatever, but yeah I fucking killed him. I drove an hour clear across town and went through an automated car wash, then drove about 20 mins and went through another one. I wanted to go through a 3rd one but I was out of cash and didn't have a debit or credit card at the time.
I drove home and pretended like nothing happened. Since my buddy's neighborhood was close to mine, we all heard about the hit and run for a couple of months. I felt terrible, but not too guilty, cuz honestly what kind of dumbass lies down in a fucking pitch black church parking lot? I know it was completely my fault, but that's how I get through it anyway. The kid was barely a teenager, didn't really know much else abotu him and tried to avoid the obits/bios they were running in the news and the newspaper.
Anyway, that's my story bros. Still doesnt feel better since this is a cop out confession, but oh well, I've moved on with my life and am in law school and shit so it's not like I'm gonna turn myself in for an accident that happened years ago.
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When I was 16, my parents bought me a brand new VW Jetta. I know, it's a fag car etc etc (heard it all since it was high school), but I loved that thing, it had a manual transmission and was faster and nicer than all of my friends' cars.
So a week and a half after I got the car, I was at a friends house just chilling until around 2am and then decided to go home. Well as I was leaving his neighborhood I passed by this empty church parking lot, and I wanted to just fuck around with my car and do some donuts and shit.
It's almost pitch black-- I lived in a not so big town in Arizona where there aren't a whole lot of street lights etc, and I guess to save on the electric bill this parking lot didn't have its lights on. I rolled down my windows and just started racing around the little medians, making my tires squeal etc, generally having a good time. I took it fast on a straight portion and turn hard left into the corner, but as I turned in, I felt a huge bump and almost lost control of my car-- 45mph in the dark is VERY fast even when slowing for a turn.
I knew I hit something. I was completely shaken up, but I put the car in park and got out and walked back to where I thought I'd hit whatever it was. My eyes adjusted to the darkness and I saw a kid lying down on his back-- his head was completely flattened, like exploded with this black wet streak coming out in the direction of my car, it looked black but I know it was blood. He still had his ipod, one of the original huge white ones in his hand but hte earbuds were out.
I fuckign killed this bastard instantly. He must've been sleeping or stoned or whatever, but yeah I fucking killed him. I drove an hour clear across town and went through an automated car wash, then drove about 20 mins and went through another one. I wanted to go through a 3rd one but I was out of cash and didn't have a debit or credit card at the time.
I drove home and pretended like nothing happened. Since my buddy's neighborhood was close to mine, we all heard about the hit and run for a couple of months. I felt terrible, but not too guilty, cuz honestly what kind of dumbass lies down in a fucking pitch black church parking lot? I know it was completely my fault, but that's how I get through it anyway. The kid was barely a teenager, didn't really know much else abotu him and tried to avoid the obits/bios they were running in the news and the newspaper.
Anyway, that's my story bros. Still doesnt feel better since this is a cop out confession, but oh well, I've moved on with my life and am in law school and shit so it's not like I'm gonna turn myself in for an accident that happened years ago.
Crazy bastards down there.
i need someone who knows a shit ton about computers