Going in and out is some crazy stuff . . . at 18 a drunk driver hit the car I was riding as a front seat passenger in (Toyota Carola) head on . . . the offender was driving on the wrong side of Evangeline Throughway in a tank with his lights off. I vaguely remember the crash, the next thing I remember were the jaws of life tearing the car apart to retrieve the passengers, then I awoke again when they extended my legs after removing me from the vehicle (unbeknownst to me I had a compound fracture on my left leg and dislocated hip on right) that extension put me cold out again, then the next thing I remember was a priest giving me my last rights in the emergency room then I woke up in a hospital room with both legs in traction . . . the scariest part was coming face to face with my last rights . . .