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So: Detail time.
A better summary of the whole, irony-packed, fucked up story to start. Tanner, Bill and I were eating at Marvins... when we parted ways, Bill and I drove down Michigan, then West on 10. Tanner went down Stanley and South on Indiana... he happens to live on Indiana and 10, which is the intersection where he ran the stop sign and I hit him. My car looks pretty shitty, the cost to repair would definitely be more than the car's worth.
However, my car is on my dad's insurance, as am I. We didn't have collision insurance, but we did have liability. So we're fine, we're probably going to be getting a decent sum of money from the insurance company that will go towards a new car.
The problem is that Tanner doesn't have insurance. This means that any money we get, our insurance company is going to get straight from Tanner and I'd feel like shit if the money we get for a new car came from Tanner's pocket. So we won't be getting enough money for a new car. That's the shitty situation we're in.
We'll know tomorrow what the insurance company is going to do and in a couple of days we'll find out what we're going to get as reimbursement.
Load of Balls.
In other news: Goku is invincible.
