Jul 10, 2006 18:59
I'm getting sick and I haven't slept well in over a week,
I feel like there is fog around my mind.
It only lifted today as I left work to find that
someone had keyed my car.
Utter fucking rage.
If only I had some way of knowing who did it.
So I could destroy them.
I didn't honk at anyone in the parking lot
this morning.
I didn't cut anyone off.
It's just bizarre.
Why the fuck would someone key my car for
no reason whatsoever?
And if someone felt they needed to key the
shit out of a car, why mine?
Fuckin' cars and driving.
I remember about 2 years ago,
I was leaving a party it was about at 2 a.m. and
I was driving my old 2-door '88 T-bird I named Tyrone.
He was a nice car, no a/c and both windows were stuck up,
but he was awesome.
I was in a left turn lane waiting to get my turn,
the streets were completely empty and out of nowhere
some dude in a forest green MPV drives into me.
I wasn't wearing a seat belt, so my head slammed into
the driver's side window.
And then I heard the best sound ever, the sound of Sir
Forest-green-MPV reversing full speed and peeling out.
I couldn't even open my door to get out and maybe catch
a glimpse of his plate.
So yeah, he totaled my car, caused me to sustain a
head injury, and drove off like it was all good.
Now that I have a decent car from the 00's
someone randomly decides to fuck it up.
Fuck people.
Leave me and my precious Kia alone.