the day I died.

I'm sure if your reading this
you'll probably wonder what the fuck is wrong with me and I'll simply tell you I have a very fucked up imagination.

ok so the year is 2019 the date isn't quite clear but from the attire I am wearing it's sometime in the summer.

I wake up and it seems to be a normal day, I wake up around 10:00 am.
I had a wild night in L.A. and a long flight back home which is downtown Chicago as of right now.
I am radio personality on the local hip-hop and r&b station.

I hop in the shower I brush my teeth through on some clothes and get ready to hop in my 2017 ford mustang and head to work my air time is from 12:00 noon to 5:00 pm so I have a little time to spare. I drive through the McDonalds near downtown order a couple orders of chicken nuggets, and proceed to work... I get on the freeway and I'm driving at a regular pace and speed and then I am hit....

my car spins out, and hits the divider and I am slung around the driver's seat my head hitting the windshield... the air bags explode and I am again slungback into an upright position snapping my neck (or at least it sounds).

I try unlatching my seatbelt but my hands are shattered and I can not grip the little clicker thing.I finally get it loose and attempt to open the door I see people on the other side trying to open it.
but it's completely wielded together...I then start to to get "sleepy" and fall into a coma

not sure of how much time has elasped I am now in the back of an amublance and I can her the peramedics saying hurry we're losing him...
I make it to the hospital and the doctors start emergency surgery on my back and neck
but then my heart stops...
I fade into a black room of nothingness for eternity i presume because my imagination never takes me pass this part