The following interview never happened. The events described did.
J: Are you comfortable? Need anything?
Man: No, no. I'm fine. (sounds of shuffling and scraping)
J: Something wrong with your chair?
Man: It's just... (scraping, banging)... stuck here on this rug edge. (Violent noise) Ah, there. Okay. What did you want to know?
J: I haven't asked you anything yet.
Man: So what are we doing then now?
J: It's an interview. I want to know about the accident.
Man: Accident is a bit of an exaggeration. More like an incident. A big incident, yeah, but not an accident.
J: Okay, then let's get started. About how long have you known that the tires on your truck needed replacing?
Man: Oh, you want to start there? Well... I guess about a year now. Yeah, a good year.
J: That's a long time.
Man: Yeah, well that's how it goes. I just didn't get around to it.
J: So tell me what happened on October 22nd.
Man: Umm.... well I was on my way to band practice...
J: Your band The Black Valentines has a gig this Saturday right?
Man: Yep. A Halloween party. Thanks for the plug.
J: No problem.
Man: So anyway, I was going down 480 just getting into North Olmsted when the back tire exploded.
J: You just used the word exploded. Did you hear it?
Man: Oh yeah.
J: And you obviously felt it?
Man: Of course. Have you ever been in a car when a tire blows out?
Man: Believe me. You know when it happens.
J: So what did you do then?
Man: I got to the side of the road and stopped. I checked out the tire. I was completely destroyed.
J: I think we have a picture...
Man: Yeah, as you can see, it's completely blown out.
J: I see. Intense images. So then you attempted to get the spare.
Man: The spare on my truck is locked into the frame. You need a special key to get it out. At first I couldn't find the key. It was buried in the glove box. It's a stupid system. Who would want to steal your donut?
J: I think we have a picture of your spare...
J: So you successfully got the spare on the truck. And then I guess you started back out for band practice?
Man: The gig was in a week. Can't miss practice with the gig so close.
J: But this story has a happy ending, right?
Man: The truck has four brand new tires now. I guess that's a happy ending. Better than having another blow out anyway.
J: Thank you for sharing your story today.
Man: What's for dinner?