I was living in apartments on Forest Lane behind the Wolfe Nursery in Dallas. I get up that morning to find beer bottles everywhere, friends passed out on the floor and on the couch, dishes flowing over in the sink. We had had one helluva party the night before. After I took a piss I went out front to smoke a cigarette. I had about finished when another friend came wandering up and asked if I wanted to go swimming in a friends pool. I said sure, the area is known for alot of dancers.
We walked through the apartment trying to get people up. We needed a ride to do this right! Well it ends up that the oldest guy in the group, a known speed freak, his buddy another roomate of mine, and a drunk guy that was friends with all of us made it out the door by 1 pm. The drunk guy was passenger front. The oldest guy was driving. The roommate was sitting next to me in the back seat. The car was a 65 Impala, a nice car inside.
We end up at these apartmentments off Harry Hines and Northwest Hwy. These were the nicest pools I had seen anywhere. Nice apartments, very nice looking mature women with more money then they could send up ther nose. We swam and drank water and softdrinks baking in the warm sun that day. It was just perfect.
I felt so good about life that day. Here I was 16 with a Congressional Nomination to got to The Air Force Academy. I was very good looking, in shape, lived on my own and had the world by its balls! I was a talented fighter and looking forward to my opportunity to start training. I was on the high school swim team and a leader in JROTC.
We leave out about 6:30 pm. I am exhausted from swimming and flirting with chicks all day that I pass out after 3 minutes with my head leaning on the door. About 2 minutes later the driver took a left on Denton Dr off Lombardy…
My first memory was that of a boyfriend of my mother asking me what I wanted to eat? I wrote on a scratch and peel erase board that i wanted a Schlotsky’s. The next memory I had was of me trying to get out of bed and falling on my face. The next was when my physical therapist gave me a hand job in the shower at the hospital. Then memories of struggle with physical, occupational and cognitive therapy.
An ice cream truck with a drunk driver speeding and ran the red light slammed into my door as we were turning left. I was immediately out with impact and the car was virtually crushed into a V-shape. The drunk guy sitting up front went through the windshield and didnt even get stitches. The roommate sitting next to me got a piece of metal stuck in his arm and the driver walked away without a scratch.