Unspoken Tragedy

In upstate N.Y., off lake Ontario. Haunting my dreams, this memory. Here's the scenario A cold mild breeze blows on this Saturday in mid October. Nine friends decide on the town carnival Drunk, high, far from sober. Every town had a carnival in the October month. We'd try for every one of them, young men out on the hunt. Moderate sized carnivals containing the different towns, all types of people came. You had your jocks, thugs, and me.. The class clown... All nine friends stylishly dressed for the upcoming fun. We pile into a Monte' Carlo, passing the bottle of Bacardi rum. We drive down Cetenary road on the southeast side of town. Our driver gains reckless speeds, not thinking of our safety. He comes to a screeching halt at the intersection of Cetenary and Lake He seemed to be excited about the right turn he was about to make Hard he presses the gas pedal, the tires begin to spin The rear starts radically fishtailing the nightmare now begins. First storming to the right a voice screams out "OH S#%T" He jerks the wheel, now left. We're now heading for a ditch. At that moment all went black, screams turned into whispers. When my consciousness regained what I saw sent spinal shivers. Broken, blood stained glass, seven bodies laying limp. Skull fragments on the steering wheel, I couldn't come to grip. Nine friends set out intoxicated This late October day Taken by ambulance for treatment And an overnight, extended stay Jared Pickett........:JP]