When I got down to where the motorway meets Willis and Able Smith St and curves off to the Terrace tunnel I waited at the light, right beside the pole.
My mate Troy was across on the other side of the road. I hadn’t seen him for a while and heard he had lost his job so we struck up a chat, yelling out over the speeding traffic.
For some reason, I looked to my right at the flow of cars and time stopped because something wasn’t right.
I looked at the driver. I could plainly see him and there was no light in his eyes – he wasn’t going to swerve, brake or do anything. There was nobody home.
There was a deep thump like an earthquake as the car hit the traffic light and I threw myself backwards. My body knew something was up and jumped back – ninja style.
I was showered with headlight glass that seemed to fall like rain in slow motion and the munted traffic pole was less than an inch from my head.
The car and driver just stayed there revving against the traffic light till people arrived and turned off the engine and got him out of the car – he collapsed on the footpath. An ambulance was called.
I was in a very shocked space and kept checking all my body parts when I realised I still had my camera-phone in my hand.
This is the third time death has approached me swiftly like this – falling and drowning were the others and they were years back. If I had died from that fall when I was 18 I would never have written a song or formed the Spines and if I’d drowned at Ocean Beach I’d never have published my novel or worked in the movies – that car was travelling at 50-60 k/ph and had the pole not been there or if I hadn’t looked around you wouldn’t be reading this.
It’s like time never existed – all that exists is existence.
Troy crossed over the road and took me around the corner to his place and we had a smoke to calm down and then I went to the Cross and had a beer with Vee and Laura and then Ang joined us…