We've all heard horror stories about a proposed concrete barrier about to be dropped in the center lane along Southgate. The center median is necessary, but it won't be the concrete type used in highway construction projects.

They've heard all kinds of horror stories about what can happen in jail and how they'll be locked up and someone will throw away the key.

From every indication we have from interviews, he intended to hit the concrete barrier.

Hey, nit squat! These are written by norms to scare norms. And do you know what the monsters and demons and rancid spirits are? Us, that’s what. You and me. We are the things that come to the norms in nightmares. The thing that lurks in the bell tower and bites out the throats of the choirboys—that’s you, Oly. And the thing in the closet that makes the babies scream in the dark before it sucks their last breath—that’s me. And the rustling in the brush and the strange piping cries that chill the spine on a deserted road at twilight—that’s the twins singing practice scales while they look for berries.
Don't shake your head at me! These books teach me a lot. They don't scare me because they're about me. Turn the page.

We've heard these stories anecdotally for a while. We're working on it now.

It's crazy, because I just heard all the stories about what Jessie did here. I know how he was with the Redskins, and he was more laid-back there just because he was older and, like I felt when I came here, he didn't want to just come in and push his way on people. I'm not trying to be like Jessie, but we are similar in a lot of ways.