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my car is totaled.
on the way home from deerfield last night, some jerk off decides that hes going to go left through the intersection instead of going straight, and for some reason thinks that he can make it past me while im almost through the fucking intersection.
so this guy fucking hits me on my side, on my door, and rams my car into a traffic light post.
i got out with a bump on my shin, and a bunch of small cuts on my arms from glass powder.
nelson has a bump and a cut on his head, and chris has a bump on his shin and a cut on his arm.
so these guys get out of their car and one is like "are you guys ok?", and as hes saying this the other two guys are running back and forth into the woods, dumping their fucking beer cans and shit. they proceed to ask us if we "dumped anything we might have had in the car before the cops arrive", and then to tell us about how their last car accident they were on acid.
awesome, good for you, fuck face.
so i told the cops about them running into the woods, and they did find beer cans, both unopened and opened, they didnt do shit about it.
now last time i heard, it was illegal to drink and drive.
first thing out of the tow truck drivers mouth was as follows:
"now, you guys have money for this tow, right?"
"yeah, asshole, i drive around with mad bills in my pocket because i decide that this is the night im going to get slammed by some drunk fucking faggots."
of course, nelsons phone is dead along with mine, so we used the cops phone to call nelsons grandfather. once the cops decide that we have a ride coming from chicopee and that we will be okay, they leave, the drunk kids get a ride in the tow truck.
so chris, nelson and i are all alone at 2 am in deerfield waiting, and his grandfather drives right by us, and just keeps on going. we decide that maybe we should walk back to matts house, which turns out to be a 2 hour, 6 mile walk in almost total darkness.
so we get there and call nelsons grandfather again, and about an hour later, five hours after the beginning of this whole fucking ordeal, when the sun is coming up, we are on our way back to chicopee.
so im fucking tired, im hungry, and i need a new car.
oh and my guitar was in the back seat, and the headstock went through the window, and it was still in tune when we started to walk back to matts. nelson broke a string on the walk there, haha.
the only thing i have left of my car is the hood ornament, which i think is pretty awesome considering a traffic light post went through the front of my car.
goodnight.
on the way home from deerfield last night, some jerk off decides that hes going to go left through the intersection instead of going straight, and for some reason thinks that he can make it past me while im almost through the fucking intersection.
so this guy fucking hits me on my side, on my door, and rams my car into a traffic light post.
i got out with a bump on my shin, and a bunch of small cuts on my arms from glass powder.
nelson has a bump and a cut on his head, and chris has a bump on his shin and a cut on his arm.
so these guys get out of their car and one is like "are you guys ok?", and as hes saying this the other two guys are running back and forth into the woods, dumping their fucking beer cans and shit. they proceed to ask us if we "dumped anything we might have had in the car before the cops arrive", and then to tell us about how their last car accident they were on acid.
awesome, good for you, fuck face.
so i told the cops about them running into the woods, and they did find beer cans, both unopened and opened, they didnt do shit about it.
now last time i heard, it was illegal to drink and drive.
first thing out of the tow truck drivers mouth was as follows:
"now, you guys have money for this tow, right?"
"yeah, asshole, i drive around with mad bills in my pocket because i decide that this is the night im going to get slammed by some drunk fucking faggots."
of course, nelsons phone is dead along with mine, so we used the cops phone to call nelsons grandfather. once the cops decide that we have a ride coming from chicopee and that we will be okay, they leave, the drunk kids get a ride in the tow truck.
so chris, nelson and i are all alone at 2 am in deerfield waiting, and his grandfather drives right by us, and just keeps on going. we decide that maybe we should walk back to matts house, which turns out to be a 2 hour, 6 mile walk in almost total darkness.
so we get there and call nelsons grandfather again, and about an hour later, five hours after the beginning of this whole fucking ordeal, when the sun is coming up, we are on our way back to chicopee.
so im fucking tired, im hungry, and i need a new car.
oh and my guitar was in the back seat, and the headstock went through the window, and it was still in tune when we started to walk back to matts. nelson broke a string on the walk there, haha.
the only thing i have left of my car is the hood ornament, which i think is pretty awesome considering a traffic light post went through the front of my car.
goodnight.