May 26, 2004 16:08
So Thursday, some stoner smashes into my car as I'm driving home. I know he's a stoner not because of how he looked or talked, but because he told me; something I think is kind of weird to say to the guy whose car you just broke. So after about a week of hassling with their insurance company, they finally sent someone out to get something done about it. Now, I love that little car of mine. In the months I've had it, it's never given me a single problem, which is insane considering how much I paid for it. Now this dude's saying the damage on the car exceeds its value. Pretty soon, I get to wave goodbye to my Mirage as they tow it off and destroy it. I'm gonna get back from the insurance company more money than what I paid for the car, but still. I liked that thing. Damn you, Shaparito.