So me and a few friends are driving back from Vegas at like 8 a.m. after a great night of hard partying. I fell a sleep, so did my friend riding shotgun. Then the driver went out. I wake up to us driving about 80 mph on the dirt center divider. A few flips, and three rolls later, I find myself laying in dirt and blood, still seatbelted in. Somehow all three of us walked away from a Ford Explorer alive, though it looked like it was run over by a tank. Seven hours later at the hospital, I find out about the news I've been waiting for my whole life, unfortunately about 5 minutes before hearing some the most horrible news I've ever heard. St. Louis U accepted me, I'm gonna be a doctor. But before I could hobble around the E.R. in excitement, I found out that my best friend had broken his 5th vertebrate (in other words, he broke his freakn' neck). He's gonna have surgery on Monday, and will miss this quarter of school. The M.D. acceptance seemed trivial after being blown away with such terrible news about my friend. Now I'm going to bed, and I basically feel selfish for even thinking about med school stuff while my friend is still in the hospital. At least we all survived the most vicious car accident I could have imagined.