Never hit anybody, but I definitely thought I killed somebody before. I was in a hurry for no particular reason one night and ran a read light turning left in a big ass intersection. I sped up to catch the light and was turning wild ass hell when I caught a glimpse of some dude on a ten speed with a dull ass night light on it crossing the intersection. I was like OH SHYT!!!
and swerved and at the same time he was probably like OH SHYT!!!
(I couldn’t see his face because it was so dark) and he flipped over his handle bars and clear over the hood of my car. I panicked like a bytch because I thought I actually hit the dude. I turned into this parking lot, hit this alley and turned the car off. I got out, walked slowly to down the alley and peaked around the corner to see if I actually hit him. I just saw that dull ass light on the ten speed shining and not moving and dude laid out in the middle of the intersection. I was like
. Fukked up part was nobody was helping dude. Cars were swerving past him, honking at him and shyt. Finally, somebody got out to check on him. They helped him up and helped him get his bike across the street. I saw that, ran back up the alley and got the fukk up outta there taking the back way home and praying to God no one saw me. Took me like a week to feel comfortable going that way again.