On the way home from church tonight I saw my fifth serious/fatal wreck at the DART station when a train hit someone on the tracks in the station. I knew the guy was dead because they weren’t moving very quickly getting him(?) off the tracks and into an ambulance. As I stated this was the fifth time I was either first on scene, saw the wreck happen, or got there before the body(ies) was(were) removed.
Don’t I have great luck, or what?
PSA, Opus
Witch on a Bicycle 