▽[adult swim] | Games ●10/12 07:18 What I Remember of the Crash There are three of us, barreling toward the shore in a turquoise sedan. I am almost four, babbling, squirming in and out of my scrawny fifteen-year-old brother窶冱 grip in the passenger seat. Cigarette perched, my father mans the wheel; he hums as his eyes survey the two-lane highway, an unremarkable stretch that promises the ocean. I don窶冲 see the truck. I don窶冲 see its