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being at home really really sucks, first of all I have to work with the parents for like fucking 12 hours day and by the time I get home, the gym is closed so I have to run around the neighborhood and play b-ball with black kids around the clubhouse for excercise. the only exciting this I did was going on a date with cami to see batman begins, but it really wasn't a date and it was cami...anyways, I also almost died on saturday. when I woke at 11am I was so ecstatic that no one woke me up to go to work and I thought I was finally gonna go and get a haircut, get my oil changed and finally hit the gym, but out of stupidity I called my dad to see if he needed me and he told me yes, and I was heart broken and wanted to hit someone in the face. So I left 20 minutes later and about a mile off of I-75 and on to Palmetto, my left back tire popped as I was going around 75. I tried really hard to keep the car steady without panicing but that shit didn't work at all and I spun toward my right, missing a BMW that was kind far so he didn't really need to break to avoid a collison, but then I hear a screeching breaking noise from a truck on the next lane as I turned to look out of my driver window to see that he barely missed me. If that motherfucker didn't break the way he did, he would have made a direct hit by the driver side and I would have been FUCKED!!! Then after the spinning passed the truck my car hit the side of the bridge after spinning pass 2 lanes and making a 540 degree turn. The car then started to tip like it was about to fall of the bridge but then I realized that it wasn't possible and the car tipped back down with shocked and was about to go insane. After about 30 seconds of calming myself down and tell the nice people that drove by that I was alright I got out of the car, called my parents and to check how bad the damage was. The result wasn't as bad as I expected, my entire left side was destroyed, the car door wouldn't open correctly, the front light and everything around it were obliterated, my back left tire was no longer there, the rims split and the exhaust was bent beyond recognition. After a 5 or 10 minutes, the tow truck and my dad came and the rest of the shit was pretty baisc after every accident.
That night I kept on thinking how lucky and unlucky that was, unlucky in the sense that this shit happened and I even thought about going to get my car checked before I left. Lucky in the sense that I could have died but I left the accidetn without a physical mark. But then I thought about it and I realized that it realy wasn't that close of a call because the island of cuba is still there so God still has bigger plans for me! If you didn't get the last part, don't ask about it.
That night I kept on thinking how lucky and unlucky that was, unlucky in the sense that this shit happened and I even thought about going to get my car checked before I left. Lucky in the sense that I could have died but I left the accidetn without a physical mark. But then I thought about it and I realized that it realy wasn't that close of a call because the island of cuba is still there so God still has bigger plans for me! If you didn't get the last part, don't ask about it.