Welcome to my neighborhood . . .
(Note: I wrote this entry last night, immediately after the described events took place. The delay in posting is due to some shitty internet.)
Un-bloody-believable.
Small back story: So a little less than a month ago, there was a huge car accident on the intersection where I live - there was some kind of collision that wrecked both cars involved, and a man was run over. (As I came to find out tonight, the man was run over intentionally *and* repeatedly - attempted vehicular homicide.) I was home when it happened, so I heard everything: a big screech, a big crash, and a whole bunch of people screaming. I went outside to see what the fuck was going on. Ambulance came, police came, mess was cleaned up, everyone went home. Kind of disconcerting at the time, but I forgot about it a couple weeks later.
Cut to today, 2 AM. Another screech, another crash, more people screaming. Thankfully, I was still awake (if that’s something one could be thankful for), so I wasn’t too bothered by all the noise. But then my doorbell rang. I ignored it. It rang again. My poor roommate has her comprehensive exams in the morning, so I got up so I could at least tell whoever the fuck it was downstairs to go away. It turned out to be my downstairs neighbors, who were trying to wake me up to tell me that a man who got hit by a drunk driver was lodged under the back right tire of my parked car, and the paramedics couldn’t get him out.
Awesome.
I went down to where my car is parked, and I see the area swarming with cops and medical professionals. It looked like they were actually able to dislodge the victim from underneath my tire without causing any damage to his spine (and I was later told he should be OK; he was able to move his legs, so at least he wasn’t paralyzed). But there’s now a crack in my back bumper (which is also now partially dislocated), as well as blood all over the tire and undercarriage. I don’t know what to be more surprised at . . . the fact that two alcohol-related car accidents involving two cars and a pedestrian victim took place right outside my house within the span of a month, or that the latter of the two accidents happened to damage Jacques (my car), who was completely innocent in the scenario. Poor guy.
Thankfully the damage wasn’t significant. The policeman gave me a case number to reference when I call the station tomorrow to make a claim on the drunk driver’s insurance. But man . . . this shit needs to not happen again. Especially not at 2 in the fucking morning.
Un-bloody-believable.
Small back story: So a little less than a month ago, there was a huge car accident on the intersection where I live - there was some kind of collision that wrecked both cars involved, and a man was run over. (As I came to find out tonight, the man was run over intentionally *and* repeatedly - attempted vehicular homicide.) I was home when it happened, so I heard everything: a big screech, a big crash, and a whole bunch of people screaming. I went outside to see what the fuck was going on. Ambulance came, police came, mess was cleaned up, everyone went home. Kind of disconcerting at the time, but I forgot about it a couple weeks later.
Cut to today, 2 AM. Another screech, another crash, more people screaming. Thankfully, I was still awake (if that’s something one could be thankful for), so I wasn’t too bothered by all the noise. But then my doorbell rang. I ignored it. It rang again. My poor roommate has her comprehensive exams in the morning, so I got up so I could at least tell whoever the fuck it was downstairs to go away. It turned out to be my downstairs neighbors, who were trying to wake me up to tell me that a man who got hit by a drunk driver was lodged under the back right tire of my parked car, and the paramedics couldn’t get him out.
Awesome.
I went down to where my car is parked, and I see the area swarming with cops and medical professionals. It looked like they were actually able to dislodge the victim from underneath my tire without causing any damage to his spine (and I was later told he should be OK; he was able to move his legs, so at least he wasn’t paralyzed). But there’s now a crack in my back bumper (which is also now partially dislocated), as well as blood all over the tire and undercarriage. I don’t know what to be more surprised at . . . the fact that two alcohol-related car accidents involving two cars and a pedestrian victim took place right outside my house within the span of a month, or that the latter of the two accidents happened to damage Jacques (my car), who was completely innocent in the scenario. Poor guy.
Thankfully the damage wasn’t significant. The policeman gave me a case number to reference when I call the station tomorrow to make a claim on the drunk driver’s insurance. But man . . . this shit needs to not happen again. Especially not at 2 in the fucking morning.