I got drug under a car on a bounty hunt.
I got drug under a car on a bounty hunt. I guess I will tell this story now. It seems the cat has officially crept out of the bag.
Which brings up a whole different point of why people are putting cats in bags. Obviously it was, at a time, done quite often for it to become a saying. Which by the way, today I learned a new one. “Like trying to fix your watch in your own shadow.” I really like that. Thanks NPR. Cant believe Id never heard it. Ive never put a cat in a bag, so maybe I don’t like that one however. I think my Great Grandmother has though.
So anyway back to the dragging. I was hesitant of telling this story on my blog. Yes it’s a great story I suppose for the sake of a story, but it putting myself in the situation was dumb, and not smart. Which saying the words “dumb, and not smart” makes me seem equally dumb and not smart as its quite repetitive and grammatically dumb……… and not smart.
Again, back to the dragging. Here is how the story goes.
Its Thursday before last.
I get a tip on where a $5000 skip of mine is in Hydro.
I drop Wylder with friend Becca because Meri is gone to Dallas.
I rush to the scene alone and with no protection of any kind except cuffs.
Dumb and not smart time number one.
I find Victor Alturo Medina Huitron standing amongst some guys working.
I talk to victor about the current situation.
He acts like he doesn’t speak English and that his name is Alex.
I say it in Spanish.
He remembers English and begins to talk about being afraid of Mexico.
He begins to run.
I begin to run. Im faster. Hes bigger.
Dumb and not smart time number two.
We beging to awkwardly wrestle standing up.
We run back to where we started.
Things cool down
We talk while panting out of breath.
We are running again.
We are wrestling again..standing, on the ground, on the the hood of the car.
We end up at the driver door of his car and eventually both fall into the seat.
Dumb and not smart time number three.
I cuff his left wrist.
He puts the car in reverse.
The open door nails me to the ground on my back.
Pinned in the V where an open door and car meet I slide down a gravel road.
Shins to the car. Back to the ground. In the fetal.
I scream like a little girl.
His eyes are huge.
I imagine mine were bigger.
So many thoughts through my head including but not limited to:
-death
-an article i read the day before about a man getting ran over
-my new shoes getting dirty
-paralyzation
-Wylder
-that I was going to kill this guy
20 yards later he stops, goes forward as I get unpinned and roll left to miss the back tires.
I run for my Rover, call the cops for a BOLO.
I touch my back.
That hurt.
Lose my guy at a 4 way stop.
Go to ER.
I Return within an hour of when I left to Becca to pick up my son.
I knock on the door with no shirt, covered from waste to shoulders in bandage.
I shrug. And say “I Know, so cliché right?”
The road rash doesnt look too bad here (do however notice the still seperated shoulder… see blog dated July 31. I have another appointment about that monday) . The looks and pain of the rash grew for the next couple of days. It is looking and feeling pretty good now. Im pretty bummed about my shirt. I will for sure take the buttons off and reuse them. They were tight. As for now my goal is to stay away from the ER. I actually managed to do this the day after I rushed Chris to the ER for cutting his fingers on the table saw. ER Blogs = July 31, Sept 30 and Oct 15. This being said, I’ll use this excuse to show another , more gruesome photo of chris’s fingers.
