"Dead for 3 days"

I was in a car acccident that took place on Friday, December 23 2005. I was driving home when I was suddenly blinded by several bright intense lights. I lost control of the car as it plunged 100 feet into the bottom of the canyon.

I woke up in a hospital bed seventy two hours later on the 26th of December.

When I woke up the doc said that I had a blow on the head and I was unconscious for several hours. He asked me if I had major surgery before the accident. I told him no, I've never been operated on in my life. He showed me fresh scars, wounds and stitches on my body that wasn't related to the accident.

The doc said that the scars were from a recent operation that was possibly done in the past seventy-two hours.

The surgeon found traces of an unknown metal. I suffered numerous injuries in the accident; shattered ribs, broken ankle, dislocated hip, concussion, broken left arm, burst ear drum, whiplash, fractured right wrist, dislocated right hip which later became infected with thrombosis.

I wore a neck brace for several weeks. My left ankle is 1/3 larger than it should be.

I was in the hospital for months. The ordeal was physically painful,

The accident took place on Trabuco Canyon Road in Orange County, California.

The area where the accident took place is very strange. You can be driving along a road with shops and homes, then the next minute nothing, absolutely nothing, at night it's very hard to see.

I haven't been to the hospital for a check-up, I don't want to leave the house. I spend the majority of my time investigating the accident.

I filmed myself for a vblog. I'm crawling up the wall in confusion. I want to know what happened to my missing three days.

I can accept the fact if I was sitting unconscious in my car, but someone or something abducted me and performed surgery on me ... I don't know why. I feel violated and humiliated. Just thinking about it makes me sick. I feel like I've been poked in the head. Headpoked.

If anyone saw anything mysterious on Trabuco Canyon Road on the night of December 23 2005 please contact me.

Nervous with anticipation of the unknown.

I've lived my life behind the lens of a camera so I don't have to come to terms with life.

I make videos to try to come to an understanding of what's happening around me. I know that my videos don't make sense to most people, but it's my form of art.

I'm into hidden forms of information. I used to be a Professor or Visual Anthropology ... I'm also a collector of the obscure. The plumber of esoteric reasoning. A librarian of the absurd.

Speaking of absurd ... I'm nervous. The car accident has left me in a state of constant shock. I won't go into the details of the car accident ... I will, eventually.

I'm weening myself off the pain killers. I don't like the idea of taking them, being dependent on something. If, what I'm saying doesn't make any sense, it will in the next few days.

I've been spending my time putting my web site up ... it's part art therapy and an investigation into my car accident ... I'm nervous with anticipation, as I don't know where this will lead me.

It's been good therapy keeping busy, putting the web page together ... but I'm still trying to get a grasp on trying to lead a 'normal life'. It's strange feeling the sunlight after I spent five agonizing months recuperating in the hospital.

The worse thing about the time spent in the hospital was the physical therapy ... painful and mundane ... everyday like clockwork, time for my medication. Physical therapy. I shouldn't grumble. I'm grateful that I'm ok, but I really need to find out what happened to me during the wreck.

I don't know who's reading this, but it makes me feel better just writing about it.

A 'blog' is an experiment. An entry into the unknown. The absurd. Initially I had doubts about the 'blog'. But any initial doubts of reason quickly faded away when I found out the facts of my accident.

Which is why I'm turning to the blog for help.

I've seen strange things in my life. Things that most of you, hopefully will never see.

You have no idea about the sickness that lays underground. Invisible to the naked eye. Greed, corruption, depravity, sickness ... it's one of the reasons why I keep myself shuttered away.

There is no place that I want to be. I prefer to stay here, alone in my thoughts.

The blog is a form of therapy, as well as an art and literary project ... an ethnographic documentary into the mystery of my accident.

I don't know who is going to read this. It feels strange. I'm not one to keep a 'diary'. But maybe it's something that will help me. I dunno.