Jaye Marie and Anita Dawes

My first airplane flight happened due to an emergency. I was hitchhiking for what was supposed to be a short visit home to Detroit from Key West and a drunk guy picked up me and my friend. We didn’t know he was drunk. We were 19, it was raining, we were cold and tired and she’d made me leave most of our money with our roommate for rent, so we were also almost broke. Guy slammed into a slope on the freeway, crashed and rolled the truck, at night. We flew and tumbled maybe three times, over the side of the incline. There were no seat belts in those days so I landed outside the broken window, somewhere on that hill. So did my friend. The guy driving was not so lucky. While we were without a scratch and merely scared shitless, he was pinned under the truck. Alive but…