Who's fucking truck is this?
I wrote this Tuesday night.
Dear Diary,
I was sitting here writing an entry to log down... that someone rear ended my truck and fled the scene. That incident happened at 9:15 p.m. on Tuesday night. Fortunately, no one was in my truck because it was parked across my house on the road. You can park on the road after 8 p.m. Monday thru Friday. Saturday, Sunday and holidays, you can park anytime. There's two lanes. Despite people having numerous accidents at the same parking spot, my Dad likes to park there four nights of the week because he likes to walk across the street at 5 in morning and hop in my truck and head out to work. The other three days of the week, are his days off. Usually, he would walk a block and a half if he parked in one of the side streets.
The damage was very minor, you couldn't even tell but if you looked up close, you could see my bumper moved an inch inwards. However, the blue BMW Mini Cooper that hit it, had some moderate damage. I say moderate because it was able to drive away but witness say his hood was done in real good. Luckily, my step sister who lives three houses down was just pulling up in her garage and witness the accident, so she took the license plate number down before the Cooper fled. CJ heard the crash and ran out on our balcony and saw the blue Mini Cooper pulling away. K and I were asleep in my room. K called in sick that day because he has tonsillitis again and he was out cold from antibiotics and the full body massage I gave him earlier, which depleted my energy.
My Dad yelled out for me and I didn't wake until the 3rd scream for me. What a rude awakening. I get up irritated, stomping out of my room about to raise hell for interrupting my beauty sleep. Just before I step out of my room, my Dad updates me and the crease in my forehead diminishes. I put on some decent attire, and K awoke from his slumber just for a few seconds to hear what was going on and fell back into a coma. The cops came out, took my statement and got everything squared away while K was dead to the world. Not sure why my Dad and I didn't think to move my truck.
As I was saying in the beginning of my entry.... I was sitting here, on my dinning room table, writing an entry to log down that someone rear ended my truck, when all of a sudden I hear this loud KAAAATOOOOOSH so I move my head an inch to the left so I could see my screen door which leads to the balcony that overlooks the street. From where I'm sitting, I see my truck flying down the road and no one is driving it. Some gifted individual rear ended my truck yet again!!!! Yes, that's two accidents in the same spot, one hour apart from each other. This time though, my truck wasn't so lucky. It's fucked up!!! I don't know if we're able to salvage it. My under carriage is twisted, my axle slipped out of it's pocket and the metal frame is all angled. I have no bumper. The bed of my truck is embedded into the back of my cab and my side flares are wedged into my tire. It's undrivable. The guy who hit my truck was speeding and he was drunk. He was so drunk, he didn't even hit the brakes because he didn't even see my truck. This time, the guy was driving an E Class Mercedes. It couldn't be more than a month old and it was totaled. If his airbags didn't deploy, I don't know if he'd walked out of that accident alive. Imagine how fast he was going if my truck flew about 10 yards from it's original spot. Ten 10 yards is far, that's like a 1st down. Keep in mind, my truck weighs two tons!!!
This time the loud crash woke up K. He was up out of bed in a flash. He's running out the door, putting on a sweat shirt on his way out of the door and with an irritated voice ask me why we didn't bother moving the truck after the first accident. He goes out to the scene to see if anyone was hurt. The driver of the Mercedes, we'll call him Mr. Wong cause he's Chinese or maybe Japanese. Mr. Wong is out of his car and he was about to get nuts. What's Wong with this Wong? He's like, "Who's fucking truck is this?" Like my truck came out of no where and it's the truck's fault that he crashed into it. Of course, if you gonna act lat' dat K's gonna switch it up too and plus K is already irritated so it was Chinese vs. Chinese. K's like, It's my fucking truck why? What's wrong with your fucking eye? Oh I see, you fucking drunk. Realizing, K's more pissed than he is, Mr. Wong softens his voice and says Oh? Are you alright? K notice Mr. Wong checked himself so K toned it down. K's like, Dude, no one was even in the truck, it was parked. Main thing you OK, you OK or wot? They chat, they laugh at his Mercedes. K suggested he go find some gum before the cops come.
Cops arrive 5 minutes later. It turns out the first cop approaching me was my old time friend back in the days. He wanted to work the case but I guess his partner would work the case instead. They give Mr. Wong the sobriety test, of course he fails. He couldn't even stand up straight for a second. K felt really bad that Mr. Wong was getting arrested for DUI and when the cop heard K say that, he educated K on people like Mr. Wong. We have no sympathy for these kind of people. We see what they do every day, and if you saw what they did every day, you wouldn't have any sympathy. They deserve what they get. They have a choice and they chose to get behind the wheel while intoxicated. They kill innocent people every day so no feel bad bull, no feel bad at all.
This was taken 7 minutes after the accident from my balcony. It just started to drizzle. The original picture, you couldn't see jack shit so I tweaked it out in iPhoto so you folks could kinda get the picture of the accident.
If you look at the white marks on the road that separates one lane from the other, you'll see a black spot on one of the white lines. That's where the Mercedes had stop after hitting my truck but my truck kept rolling a few more feet until it came to a complete stop. That black spot that's on the white line is made up of oil and water. I found the Mercedes emblem right around there. I was going to pick it up and keep it for a souvenir when I was done writing my statement but when I was done, someone had already taken it. After the Mercedes hit my truck, he was slightly angled so he was sort of blocking the second lane so he reversed his car and it just so happens, he reversed his car where my truck was originally parked. You can kinda make out where the Mercedes is parked in this picture, I drew a circle around it. That's where my truck was originally parked. See how far my truck had traveled. I'm pretty impressed with how Mercedes built their vehicles, built to run through walls.
I wished I took a picture of my truck side view. You'd be able to see how my bed caved in.
The Mercedes.
Dear Diary,
I was sitting here writing an entry to log down... that someone rear ended my truck and fled the scene. That incident happened at 9:15 p.m. on Tuesday night. Fortunately, no one was in my truck because it was parked across my house on the road. You can park on the road after 8 p.m. Monday thru Friday. Saturday, Sunday and holidays, you can park anytime. There's two lanes. Despite people having numerous accidents at the same parking spot, my Dad likes to park there four nights of the week because he likes to walk across the street at 5 in morning and hop in my truck and head out to work. The other three days of the week, are his days off. Usually, he would walk a block and a half if he parked in one of the side streets.
The damage was very minor, you couldn't even tell but if you looked up close, you could see my bumper moved an inch inwards. However, the blue BMW Mini Cooper that hit it, had some moderate damage. I say moderate because it was able to drive away but witness say his hood was done in real good. Luckily, my step sister who lives three houses down was just pulling up in her garage and witness the accident, so she took the license plate number down before the Cooper fled. CJ heard the crash and ran out on our balcony and saw the blue Mini Cooper pulling away. K and I were asleep in my room. K called in sick that day because he has tonsillitis again and he was out cold from antibiotics and the full body massage I gave him earlier, which depleted my energy.
My Dad yelled out for me and I didn't wake until the 3rd scream for me. What a rude awakening. I get up irritated, stomping out of my room about to raise hell for interrupting my beauty sleep. Just before I step out of my room, my Dad updates me and the crease in my forehead diminishes. I put on some decent attire, and K awoke from his slumber just for a few seconds to hear what was going on and fell back into a coma. The cops came out, took my statement and got everything squared away while K was dead to the world. Not sure why my Dad and I didn't think to move my truck.
As I was saying in the beginning of my entry.... I was sitting here, on my dinning room table, writing an entry to log down that someone rear ended my truck, when all of a sudden I hear this loud KAAAATOOOOOSH so I move my head an inch to the left so I could see my screen door which leads to the balcony that overlooks the street. From where I'm sitting, I see my truck flying down the road and no one is driving it. Some gifted individual rear ended my truck yet again!!!! Yes, that's two accidents in the same spot, one hour apart from each other. This time though, my truck wasn't so lucky. It's fucked up!!! I don't know if we're able to salvage it. My under carriage is twisted, my axle slipped out of it's pocket and the metal frame is all angled. I have no bumper. The bed of my truck is embedded into the back of my cab and my side flares are wedged into my tire. It's undrivable. The guy who hit my truck was speeding and he was drunk. He was so drunk, he didn't even hit the brakes because he didn't even see my truck. This time, the guy was driving an E Class Mercedes. It couldn't be more than a month old and it was totaled. If his airbags didn't deploy, I don't know if he'd walked out of that accident alive. Imagine how fast he was going if my truck flew about 10 yards from it's original spot. Ten 10 yards is far, that's like a 1st down. Keep in mind, my truck weighs two tons!!!
This time the loud crash woke up K. He was up out of bed in a flash. He's running out the door, putting on a sweat shirt on his way out of the door and with an irritated voice ask me why we didn't bother moving the truck after the first accident. He goes out to the scene to see if anyone was hurt. The driver of the Mercedes, we'll call him Mr. Wong cause he's Chinese or maybe Japanese. Mr. Wong is out of his car and he was about to get nuts. What's Wong with this Wong? He's like, "Who's fucking truck is this?" Like my truck came out of no where and it's the truck's fault that he crashed into it. Of course, if you gonna act lat' dat K's gonna switch it up too and plus K is already irritated so it was Chinese vs. Chinese. K's like, It's my fucking truck why? What's wrong with your fucking eye? Oh I see, you fucking drunk. Realizing, K's more pissed than he is, Mr. Wong softens his voice and says Oh? Are you alright? K notice Mr. Wong checked himself so K toned it down. K's like, Dude, no one was even in the truck, it was parked. Main thing you OK, you OK or wot? They chat, they laugh at his Mercedes. K suggested he go find some gum before the cops come.
Cops arrive 5 minutes later. It turns out the first cop approaching me was my old time friend back in the days. He wanted to work the case but I guess his partner would work the case instead. They give Mr. Wong the sobriety test, of course he fails. He couldn't even stand up straight for a second. K felt really bad that Mr. Wong was getting arrested for DUI and when the cop heard K say that, he educated K on people like Mr. Wong. We have no sympathy for these kind of people. We see what they do every day, and if you saw what they did every day, you wouldn't have any sympathy. They deserve what they get. They have a choice and they chose to get behind the wheel while intoxicated. They kill innocent people every day so no feel bad bull, no feel bad at all.
This was taken 7 minutes after the accident from my balcony. It just started to drizzle. The original picture, you couldn't see jack shit so I tweaked it out in iPhoto so you folks could kinda get the picture of the accident.
If you look at the white marks on the road that separates one lane from the other, you'll see a black spot on one of the white lines. That's where the Mercedes had stop after hitting my truck but my truck kept rolling a few more feet until it came to a complete stop. That black spot that's on the white line is made up of oil and water. I found the Mercedes emblem right around there. I was going to pick it up and keep it for a souvenir when I was done writing my statement but when I was done, someone had already taken it. After the Mercedes hit my truck, he was slightly angled so he was sort of blocking the second lane so he reversed his car and it just so happens, he reversed his car where my truck was originally parked. You can kinda make out where the Mercedes is parked in this picture, I drew a circle around it. That's where my truck was originally parked. See how far my truck had traveled. I'm pretty impressed with how Mercedes built their vehicles, built to run through walls.
I wished I took a picture of my truck side view. You'd be able to see how my bed caved in.
The Mercedes.