I figure a more detailed update is in order.
I was driving home from the pool hall.
Approx. 11:00 at night.. maybe half of the hour.
Heading South on Waterman Avenue, a mile or so away from Hospitality Lane.
There's a field right before you pass the golf course on the right.
On the opposite side of the street.. a Cheese Factory.
Run down, of course.
A dog was running along side of the road when it decided that it was ashamed of it's past and no longer wanted to live.
First impulse, Swerve.
I was only going 40, maybe 45 in a 50 mph zone.
(thank God)..
I hit the center median.. spun once.. then veered to the side of the road, stopping when the car hit a light pole.
Of course, the light pole had to hit EXACTLY where I was sitting.
If that pole had not been there, I'm sure I would have rolled a few times through the field and caused serious head damage.
My window shattered, and the only thing stopping me from hitting my head on that much appreciated pole was my seatbelt.
The only thing that stopped the shards of glass from flying everywhere was my window tint...
The only thing that stopped me from screaming was my sanity.
No I was not high.
I wasn't drunk..
Hell, I wasn't even in a bad mood.
It was a freak accident.
I'm a freak, what can I say?
My sister got out of the car first.
I wasn't going anywhere.. the fucking pole ruined things for me.
She ran to the dog and pulled it's dead body out of the street.
The side of my car caught it's face and broke it's neck.
Some other bastard ran it over after that.
Then My sister decided to stand in the middle of the street and make people stop.
She had cars in a line, stopping them one by one trying to get someone to help.
It was worse than a police checkpoint.
Some IPS/mexican guy stopped, called the police..
(who didn't show up for a good 20-30 minutes)
and let me call my parents.
In any other circumstance I wouldn't have called them.
I know how to call a towtruck.. do the entire insurance bit.. blah blah.
But of course.. my irresponsibility flared up again..
and I had forgotten to take my drivers license out of the back pocket of jeans I wore the night before.
I called them.
They didn't seem mad.
Just tired.
Sometimes I feel like I'm more of a chore than a daughter.
The tow truck driver was a fucking idiot.
That's all I'm going to say about that.
It will prevent me from going off on a tangent.
It's all over now.
My car is wasted.
The frame is bent, so I'm pretty sure that my insurance will total it..
Now I just wait until they have everything ready to negotiate a settlement.
The BB on my ride is about 3600, I'm hoping to get 3.
Then of course there is the 500 dollar deductable..
the 1000 my mom still owes my aunt after borrowing it to buy the car.
(of course i didn't know that until AFTER it was wrecked..)
and I'm sure I owe the money to them somehow, someway..
even if it's just because I feel like nothing more than a fuck up.
So whatever. I'll give them all the money from the settlement.
What the hell do I need it for?
A new car? Whatever. I'm not trippin.
I work a mile away, and I said I wanted to start excersizing.
A bike ride daily wouldn't hurt.
I'll save the money I wont be spending on shopping because I know that everyone thinks I'm this HORRIBLE driver and wont let me borrow a car to go to a store.. let alone take me.
and I'll do it my fucking self.
I hate being helped.
I hate feeling like I owe everyone something.
I can stand on my own two feet.
Because heaven forbid I ever end up like my sister..
also known as my neighbor, as are bedrooms are consecutive.
She got her 3427932497th traffic ticket today.
Did I mention I've never been pulled over?
No tickets.. nothing. But I'M the bad driver.
What the fuck ever.
She's 30 and has more debt than anyone I've ever heard of having.
She can spend thousands on trips to vegas..
but can't pay the phone bill, the truck payment.. her rent.
The house line here STILL hasn't gotten it's caller ID and call waiting back because of it's past due balance.
You'd think the money she steals from church would be sufficient to pay some bills.
Nah, why pay bills when you can go to Disneyland on a quest to meet guys who will just fuck you up the ass (literally) and leave without telling you they're married?
Whatever, I need to end this before my bitterness and hate towards the world and the people in it becomes more apparent.
-3@
I was driving home from the pool hall.
Approx. 11:00 at night.. maybe half of the hour.
Heading South on Waterman Avenue, a mile or so away from Hospitality Lane.
There's a field right before you pass the golf course on the right.
On the opposite side of the street.. a Cheese Factory.
Run down, of course.
A dog was running along side of the road when it decided that it was ashamed of it's past and no longer wanted to live.
First impulse, Swerve.
I was only going 40, maybe 45 in a 50 mph zone.
(thank God)..
I hit the center median.. spun once.. then veered to the side of the road, stopping when the car hit a light pole.
Of course, the light pole had to hit EXACTLY where I was sitting.
If that pole had not been there, I'm sure I would have rolled a few times through the field and caused serious head damage.
My window shattered, and the only thing stopping me from hitting my head on that much appreciated pole was my seatbelt.
The only thing that stopped the shards of glass from flying everywhere was my window tint...
The only thing that stopped me from screaming was my sanity.
No I was not high.
I wasn't drunk..
Hell, I wasn't even in a bad mood.
It was a freak accident.
I'm a freak, what can I say?
My sister got out of the car first.
I wasn't going anywhere.. the fucking pole ruined things for me.
She ran to the dog and pulled it's dead body out of the street.
The side of my car caught it's face and broke it's neck.
Some other bastard ran it over after that.
Then My sister decided to stand in the middle of the street and make people stop.
She had cars in a line, stopping them one by one trying to get someone to help.
It was worse than a police checkpoint.
Some IPS/mexican guy stopped, called the police..
(who didn't show up for a good 20-30 minutes)
and let me call my parents.
In any other circumstance I wouldn't have called them.
I know how to call a towtruck.. do the entire insurance bit.. blah blah.
But of course.. my irresponsibility flared up again..
and I had forgotten to take my drivers license out of the back pocket of jeans I wore the night before.
I called them.
They didn't seem mad.
Just tired.
Sometimes I feel like I'm more of a chore than a daughter.
The tow truck driver was a fucking idiot.
That's all I'm going to say about that.
It will prevent me from going off on a tangent.
It's all over now.
My car is wasted.
The frame is bent, so I'm pretty sure that my insurance will total it..
Now I just wait until they have everything ready to negotiate a settlement.
The BB on my ride is about 3600, I'm hoping to get 3.
Then of course there is the 500 dollar deductable..
the 1000 my mom still owes my aunt after borrowing it to buy the car.
(of course i didn't know that until AFTER it was wrecked..)
and I'm sure I owe the money to them somehow, someway..
even if it's just because I feel like nothing more than a fuck up.
So whatever. I'll give them all the money from the settlement.
What the hell do I need it for?
A new car? Whatever. I'm not trippin.
I work a mile away, and I said I wanted to start excersizing.
A bike ride daily wouldn't hurt.
I'll save the money I wont be spending on shopping because I know that everyone thinks I'm this HORRIBLE driver and wont let me borrow a car to go to a store.. let alone take me.
and I'll do it my fucking self.
I hate being helped.
I hate feeling like I owe everyone something.
I can stand on my own two feet.
Because heaven forbid I ever end up like my sister..
also known as my neighbor, as are bedrooms are consecutive.
She got her 3427932497th traffic ticket today.
Did I mention I've never been pulled over?
No tickets.. nothing. But I'M the bad driver.
What the fuck ever.
She's 30 and has more debt than anyone I've ever heard of having.
She can spend thousands on trips to vegas..
but can't pay the phone bill, the truck payment.. her rent.
The house line here STILL hasn't gotten it's caller ID and call waiting back because of it's past due balance.
You'd think the money she steals from church would be sufficient to pay some bills.
Nah, why pay bills when you can go to Disneyland on a quest to meet guys who will just fuck you up the ass (literally) and leave without telling you they're married?
Whatever, I need to end this before my bitterness and hate towards the world and the people in it becomes more apparent.
-3@
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anyhoo, talk soon
d-day
P.S. can i meet your sister? haha, just kidding. late
I'm glad you're ok, and taking the whole no car thing well. If you ever need a ride, just let me know. I'll probably say no, since it's an hour and a half from me, but I promise to feel guilty afterwards.