If I were to pick, I'd say the most "surreal" experience in my life was seeing my car on the back of a flatbed.

I drove daily from September to March, 03-04. Then, I ran a red light, crashed my car, and retired from driving for a while. I could write pages about how that felt - though the paragraph would start to repeat after a while and you wonder why you're in this loop. Suffice to say, I was terrified of cars for some time.

One day I was in the car, coming west along Devon, stopped at Milwaukee. My mom was driving, of course. We see the flatbed truck drive by carrying my car on its back - mangled, full of cardboard (I'd been hauling a lot that day for a project). I didn't feel remorseful, I didn't feel sudden closure. I said, huh. That's weird. And we went home.
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