Bad way to start the morning...

Dawnpatrol was detoured radically because of yet another fatal accident in the early morning hours on PCH involving another Ferrari going way too fast for the electrical pole that essentially cut it in half. I shudder to think of the condition of the passengers, but the police told me they were going to need another hour to collect all of the pieces of the driver on the beach. Tragic and brutal, but this reposes the question in my mind over the value of things. The worth of one's life in the midst of uncertainty. And the often times selfish indulgence that overshadows our true ability to understand the simple fragility of our existence. Ultimately, what is the worth of half a Ferrari in the end?