We return to the men's room with miles and thrill.

Who sucks the last day as I've got out of the first time for a few emails to the men's room at KISW.com.

You've got mail.

You've got mail.

A couple from our question.

What's the last thing that happened before the crash?

Howdy guys?

Sitting in a red light waiting to turn green in my 1965 Ford Galaxy.

First car about it with my own money.

That's a big ass car.

It just, as I looked in the rear view mirror, I hear screeching tires, and then the

car plowing to the back of mine.

I was not too injured.

More shook up than anything.

I get out and there set this girl picking up all of her makeup. There was all over her car. She said she didn't see me do the fact that she was putting her makeup on because she was late to work. Oh, also I had no insurance. Luckily, there was someone home at the house across the intersection and said they called for police and tow trucks. I really loved that car. I bought it from my high school teacher. It belonged to his mother. There was not a dent or scratch on it. Never got it repaired. It went to the junkyard. That from the elk plane drifter. If you knew how big that car was. They called it a galaxy because that's about the size of it. Yeah. Guys, exactly one year ago, I quit smoking on the upcoming Saturday,

decided to see my favorite afternoon radio show at the 80884 pub in Bremerton.

Uh-oh.

Crossed-out bridge and proceeded south on Highway 3.

One mile later, I had a grand mal seizure.

Oh.

Basically, a coughing, sneezing, and lost consciousness at 50 miles an hour with the cruise control on.

Oh.

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