Like 15 or so years ago we went up to northern ME on the Canadian border to trap lbs and sell shrooms to pretty much the entire few towns - literally walking around door to door because the place had a draught like a motherfucker - so we head home after running out and we had to go down the 'death curves' which was easily the craziest mountain pass i've ever been on and I live out in CO and lived in the mountains itself for awhile. We're caught behind an 18 wheeler loaded to the hilt with lumber, top to bottom - dude is going way too fast so I ask my buddy to give us some space between us and him in which he obliges. About 2 minutes later we take a pretty hard corner and the 18 wheeler in front of us goes up on one side and can't turn, expecting him to just go straight into the woods and slam a tree or something. Nope. Right at that second another 18 wheeler is coming around the corner and that motherfucker PLOWED into the driver's side door. Killed the oncoming driver, blocked all lanes of the mountain pass. Had to sit there for a long ass time with a corpse chain smoking joints til the cops got there. Just wanted to go home to my cute, cuddly bunny. My best friend. Go home. What happens? Within the first 8 hours home I had to bring her to the vet and put her down.