Today I got hit by a car. Fucking brutal. I love how life for some is so fucking easy, yet for others, just a constant kick in the balls. I guess there has to be balance. Others have to suffer so that the priviledged stay thus. Once something starts looking good in my life, my sister and brother in law have to get divorced (both of whom I love more than life itself). Then I'm skateboarding down Pike Street in Seattle, and some mother fucker runs a red, I try to turn, eat shit because the roads are wet (god bless Seattle), and the bastard hits me at 30. Don't have medical insurance. Can't to see a doctor. Can't move my left leg. Sucks being poor, don't it fellas'. Best part, it was a fucking hit and run. He just drives off. Noone stops to help. I just get up, limp to my board, and continue down the hill. Took me 3 blocks to realize that I was even hurt.
*bitter smile*
g'nite again ladies and gentlemen.
*bitter smile*
g'nite again ladies and gentlemen.