The passage states, “If he’d landed on Route I8 as planned, it would have been lights out forever. But in his drunken confusion he must have miscalculated, or maybe, as his mother claims, he was being watched from up on high, because the dude missed I8 proper and landed on the divider! Which should have been fine. Those dividers on I8 are like concrete guillotines. Would have done him lovely. Burst him into intestinal confetti. Except that this one was one of those garden dividers that they plant shrubs on and he hit the freshly tilled loam, not the concrete. Instead of finding himself in nerd heaven where every nerd gets fifty-eight virgins to role-play with-he woke up in Robert Wood Johnson with two broken legs and a separated shoulder, feeling like well, he’d jumped off the New Brunswick train
The passage states, “If he’d landed on Route I8 as planned, it would have been lights out forever. But in his drunken confusion he must have miscalculated, or maybe, as his mother claims, he was being watched from up on high, because the dude missed I8 proper and landed on the divider! Which should have been fine. Those dividers on I8 are like concrete guillotines. Would have done him lovely. Burst him into intestinal confetti. Except that this one was one of those garden dividers that they plant shrubs on and he hit the freshly tilled loam, not the concrete. Instead of finding himself in nerd heaven where every nerd gets fifty-eight virgins to role-play with-he woke up in Robert Wood Johnson with two broken legs and a separated shoulder, feeling like well, he’d jumped off the New Brunswick train