serious shit
damn, i would consider this year my best christmas, but so much stuff has happened. bad stuff.
first, on christmas day, someone we all know died in a car accident. i didnt know her very well, but she fuckin died. thats horrible.
second, theres a bigass earthquake in indonesia, kills 20 thousand right off, and now the death toll is near 70,000 from the tsunamis and injuries.
then mel's like best friend dies. wtf?
why are so many people dying? ON CHRISTMAS! not like any other time of year would make death better, but wh christmas?
last night i was sittin around on the comp, chatting with friends, when i get an invite to go eat pie with some of my good buddies. hell yeah, im thinking, this is tight. i get to see alisa and g and los and al these other people that i havent seen in forever! so 8:15 comes around and genaro pulls up outside to pick me up. "bye dad, bye thea" i said to my parents as i'm walking out the door. "be safe" my dad calls back. i hop in genaros car and we go to pick up carlos. carlos walks up to the car, gets in and says, "damn its raining like so hard, drive safe, genaro." we go to alisa's house to get her, but shes gotta put her shoes on, so we are waiting outside. i decide to be the nice guy that i am and let her have shotgun, so i get out and hop in the back. she comes out, gets in the car, we say our salutations, and we're off. i'm not paying much attention to whats going on, just staring at the rain hitting the street. we slow down and stop to wait for the light. the light turns green and we start to move. i'm still staring at the street, watching the rain splash on the dark pavement. i can hear the rain, too, as well as the sound of cars passing.
then i hear genaro's voice in a disappointed but calm tone, "oh, you mother fucker." i turn away from the rain and the street to see whats going on. i look out the right passenger window but i couldnt make out much from the water obscuring the view. all i see is a silver mass and two incredibly bright headlights, and i remember thinking, "no, dont happen, not now..."
"BAM!!" the sound was deafening. i have just one vision of the hood bending, the car turning, alisa's hair flying wildly, and the airbag fully inflated. its like a photograph, nothing moving, like someone hit pause on my life. but thats just a memory. what was happening at that time was just...confusion. after the initial crunching sound, everything was silent. everything was moving, but it was dead quiet. i thought i had gone deaf or something, but then after a few seconds i could once again hear the rain, the sound of cars passing, and a strange hissing noise. the car was filled with the smoke from the airbag chemicals mixing together, and it was horrible. the smell was awful and i could barely breathe. everyone was coughing and choking. thank god, i thought, they are breathing. i choked out the words, "is everyone ok" but it was strangely echoed, because everyone said it at once. god the smoke was everywhere, it burned my eyes. genaro and carlos were yelling at the driver who hit us. "dude, WHAT THE FUCK?!?" but i was looking at the person in front of me. i could tell alisa was at conscious, but she wasnt getting out of the car. i looked to see if her seatbelt was still attached and to release it, but she already had. she was just sitting there though. "alisa," i said with the smoke filling my lungs, "alisa, get out of the car." she slowly stood up and out of the car. i dont even remember her opening the door. i hit the seat release lever on the back to let the seat fall and slide forward, then i climbed out of the car as well. i went to alisa and asked if she was alright. she was fine, but really shaken. so was i. we just kinda stood there holding, comforting eachother as we watched genaro and los yelling at the driver of the other car. and then, the other driver just sped off. all i could think was, holy shit, did he just leave? omg what the hell? but genaro and los were already reciting his liscence plate number. 4ZKN949, 4ZKN949, 4ZKN949. some guy driving by the scene stopped next to alisa and i, leaning over in his seat. "you guys should get away from the car, someone else might hit it." i thanked him and then led alisa toward the corner, because we were still standing in the middle of the street. " genaro, carlos, lets get away from the car" "yeah, ok" they said back. we all went to the kwik-e-mart on the corner and started calling people. 911, AAA, friends, g's parents. we stayed in the shoppette for a long time it seemed. eventually people started arriving. g's parents, L.A.'s finest, and then matt came with his jetta that has blue and red dashboard gauges. i dont know why i remember that. alisa and i left with matt before the tow truck came, and we headed to alisa's house. i remember taking the front seat this time, to alisa's approval, just in case. i wouldnt want anything to happen to her. when we got to alisa's house she and i got out, hugged, and then i got back into the car as she walked to the front door. we left and matt took me home. the drive back to my house felt like hours. i thanked him for his help as we pulled up to my house. i walked to my front door and went inside as my dad came up to the door from the inside. " hey, son, i thought you would be home a lot later." "well," i replied, "funny thing..."
we were being safe, everyone had their seatbelt on. genaro was driving safely. but it all got screwed up cuz that one guy not being safe. one person, thats all it takes. had something happened a little bit differently, things might not have been as lucky. what if soemone was hurt? what if the guy that hit us ran the stoplight 2 seconds later than he did. we were lucky that he only hit the front of the car. any later, and we would have been well into the turn. he would have hit the side of the car. he would have hit alisa's door. she might not even be with us right now, and that would be unbearable.
the guy was probably drinking, not paying attention, he just didnt care. he hit us, slowed down a little bit, then just took off. whatever, we got all his info. middle aged, palestinian probably, silver 4-door dodge stratus, newer model. he's gunna get whats coming. no one escapes the long arm of the law, bwahahaha! anyway, everyone is fine, alisa is a little sore, but other than that no one was injured, which is whats most important. ill see if i can put pictures of the car on here. the car that we were in.
poor car...genaro just had the engine rebuilt too...
k im going to bed, its way late. g'night ya'll.