How I almost died

Hmm. Oddly enough, every other major life event (well, really OLD one) has been hashed to bits in this little memorandum of mediocrity, but not my sole brush with the world beyond.

Well, it wasn't so much a brush with the beyond as a brush with a light standard.

But let me start... From the Beginning.

(  Kingston in 1994 was a hellhole. )

(  Anyway, one cold wintry night )

(  We're approaching the Husky station on the 401. )

( When I regained consciousness )