capitalsucks's Journal: Wierd Day

My second cousin killed a man today. Yep thats right. A man's life was ended today with my second cousin involved in it. Did he do this intentionally? No. Was it his fault? No. The man that died pulled out into the middle of the road while my second cousin was too close to stop. My second cousin's rig smashed right through the tiny car, killing the driver and the dog occupants. The man was 71 and I don't know how to feel right now. I feel no guilt or shame. I feel no sadness or even relief. Honestly this has little effect on me at all, and I'm wondering why.