Last year I was driving home after class let out at around 10:00pm. I was pretty tired and wanted to get home as quickly as possible. As I got onto the ramp of the highway I saw a line of about twenty cars at a standstill with the flashing lights of a cop car at the head. The pace was slow, but steady. When I reached the end of the line, curiosity had taken hold and I had to see what happened. I glanced out of the driver side window. Gore, what I saw was gore. Quickly looking back to the road I assumed that a deer had been struck, but there was something wrong with this notion. Something told me that wasn't right. I looked back again, this time for longer. The light from the patrol car echoed off the flesh and bone. I could not stop looking. It was entrancing, yet all I could think was "Do deers wear t-shirts?". Turns out some guy wanted it end it right then and there on that 3 lane highway. I will not forget that.