dragged away kicking and screaming
today is the day that my second car is gone. my first car caught fire on the expressway and my second car became a hand-me-up(?) to my brother(older). It was hit by an ugly dark blue mustang of the modern(for its time) variety. It was hit just past the driver's side door(2-dr) and just before the wheel. It was a lucky hit because it did not affect the drivability of the car. I hated mustangs before and i hate them even more now. I was driving north on 10th st when the mustang(evil) pulled out of a circle K on the west side of the street and they overshot or didnt care about the middle lane and nailed me as i was in the left lane next to the middle lane. i pulled over but they drove away. i would have given chase but had they hit my tire i would have fucked up my car big time so i stopped to check. there i was with a dent and a forever hatred of the modern mustangs. now its gone from the driveway(yard?) and i'll never see it again. i can't wait for my fourth car though. one day i will have a fourth car. my third car is slowly dying because i have no money to repair it. maybe i should go back to the call centers. i need money. i hate that feeling. laters