Charles HalstedDavis, California, USA I’m high on crack and going eighty,black rainy night, oncoming lights,back seat guy shouts out: “Look out!” too late.I cannot breathe, my chest’s come tight.Pain cuts my guts, knifes through to my back.Ambulance screams, tears through the night.ER docs crowd me, I’m under attack.Up to the OR, all’s black, nothing’s right.My…