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Blast from the Past

It was around 4 AM when I pulled my 240 ton production truck onto the dump, backed up alongside the catskinner, and proceeded to dump my load. Suddenly, night became day as the box came in contact with a 10,000+ volt overhead powerline. It blew out the windshield, gauges from the dash, and three of the tires, not to mention my mind.

I sat there in the smoldering truck for about half an hour as I waited for an electrician to come and give me the all-clear to touch the metal and climb down. Just as I began to walk away from the truck, it burst into flames. My guardian angel was working overtime that morning; nobody could really explain how that happened.

out of the trodden

depths of hell,

the mighty brute

i rode,

and so appeased

the metal beast

with yet

another load…

–Photo not by me

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