[Pazuzu]

I have the initials of some dude tattooed on my arm. I was first on the scene after he was run over by his own truck when it didn't go into park. Obviously he didn't survive the event.

I was parked in a parking spot at a building, and it was a spot that had some tilt to it, making you roll backwards. He came in and wanted my spot, I tried to wave him on because I wasn't ready to leave the parking lot yet, but he insisted. So, I back out, drive around the corner and park.
A minute later, I hear this howl, and see a woman walking through the parking lot making an absolutely unholy sound.
It was his wife.
He pulled into that spot, and didn't catch park correctly. When he stepped out, his truck started rolling back. The front wheel caught his foot, then rolled up leg, over his torso, grazed his neck and crushed part of his skull. This was a big Dodge dually pickup. several thousand pounds. His wife watched as he got pulled under. Then she started screaming.


I ran over, expecting trouble, but not expecting that. It's amazing how quickly things went south. I had victim's trauma for a few months because I was convinced that if I had been more of a jerk and waved him on, he woulda parked somewhere else and would be alive today.

Ended up with the dude in my arms, breathing through his eye socket (the eye wasn't there anymore), and dying. Messed me up pretty good for a while.

Once it happens to you, you'll notice how many news stories talk about similar events. Like, at least once a month, in your area. Lots of people get eaten by their own vehicles.