He came to with a kid poking him with a stick.
"You ok, mister?"
"Stop it."
He pushed himself up on his elbows, blinking at the sunlight. "What's going on?"
The kid turned and pointed. "That your car?"
He followed the kid's arm, wincing at the pain as he turned his neck. "Yeah, that's my car."
"You crashed. You crashed hard." The kid's eyes narrowed. "You crashed into Daddy's fence. Daddy's not going to like that."
