True Story, Part 2

it’s all true. i also can’t believe that he didn’t stop me, but he didn’t. though i was high, i know and remember that i definitely hit him. i had run my car into other things, also at about 5mph or less: a sapling in a friend’s front yard; various poles, because i once had difficulty backing out of parking spaces adjacent to poles.

i still remember how it felt against those hard, solid objects, but not as clearly as i remember hitting a human being. it’s something that i can’t forget because it impact felt different.

and didn’t i say that most people have a similar story? it’s not that uncommon, and it’s not that unbelievable. the only embellishment is the very end, where i passed Wendy the pipe when she got in the car. in actuality, maybe i did, maybe i didn’t. i don’t remember, but it sounds like something i would have done–be stupid enough to not only drive around stoned, but have the dope on me as well. i don’t think Frey had to “cinematize” (which is how The Smoking Gun describes it) his own drunk/high-hitting-someone/something-with-your-car story and still make it believable.