crashing cars, in his brain keep him tied up to a dream
Good morning.
SO I had an awful weekend. Friday wasn't all that great, got out of work, went home, hung out with Kara at the bar, met this creepy guy who knew where I was and where I lived. Turns out he knows Ryan. Saturday, uber boring. Didn't really do anything, then I went to Kara's for the night and we watched Lost Souls and such. Then on Sunday, I woke up in a bad mood and it just got worse. I crashed my car. I was comin off of a snow bank, lost a little bit of control, hit a patch of ice, and shit went down. I punched the back end on the passenger side in with a tree that was polite enough to push us back in the path of another tree, and the front end nailed a tree super hard. Jeff has a massive bruise on his leg just below his knee and I think I hit my head, but I have a little bruising on my chest and my back hurts a whole fuckin lot. So, I call my mom and ask her what I should do and she starts yelling at me. I'm irresponsible, I don't deserve to have a liscence, I don't need another car that I will just eventually ruin. yadda yadda yadda. SO I am in an accident that probably could have hospitalized me, and all she can do is bitch at me about how her life is shit and I am basically worthless. She ends the call with 'I guess I'll just have to take care of it all' and I was like NO! I just want to know what to do! but whatever. So, I called AAA and they asked about the extent of damage on the car, I told them one of the back tires was probably pinched and wouldn't move and they still sent Bob's towing. We waited for two hours, just for Bob to get there, to tell us he couldn't do it because he doesn't have a rollback and I need my entire car lifted up so I was basically SOL. I went home, Called the Cops, Called Jimmies, had a state trooper come out, they called Jimmies, the whole tihng was done with in less that an hour. Lets see. . . 40 minutes on the phone with the insurance company, 2 hours waiting for a tow truck, or 45 minutes for the cops and the two and everything handled. Fuck this state. So all in all I am fine. A little shook up. Andrew fish-tailed on the way in to work this morning and I thought for sure that the truck would roll and my luck would run out. Peace out.
SO I had an awful weekend. Friday wasn't all that great, got out of work, went home, hung out with Kara at the bar, met this creepy guy who knew where I was and where I lived. Turns out he knows Ryan. Saturday, uber boring. Didn't really do anything, then I went to Kara's for the night and we watched Lost Souls and such. Then on Sunday, I woke up in a bad mood and it just got worse. I crashed my car. I was comin off of a snow bank, lost a little bit of control, hit a patch of ice, and shit went down. I punched the back end on the passenger side in with a tree that was polite enough to push us back in the path of another tree, and the front end nailed a tree super hard. Jeff has a massive bruise on his leg just below his knee and I think I hit my head, but I have a little bruising on my chest and my back hurts a whole fuckin lot. So, I call my mom and ask her what I should do and she starts yelling at me. I'm irresponsible, I don't deserve to have a liscence, I don't need another car that I will just eventually ruin. yadda yadda yadda. SO I am in an accident that probably could have hospitalized me, and all she can do is bitch at me about how her life is shit and I am basically worthless. She ends the call with 'I guess I'll just have to take care of it all' and I was like NO! I just want to know what to do! but whatever. So, I called AAA and they asked about the extent of damage on the car, I told them one of the back tires was probably pinched and wouldn't move and they still sent Bob's towing. We waited for two hours, just for Bob to get there, to tell us he couldn't do it because he doesn't have a rollback and I need my entire car lifted up so I was basically SOL. I went home, Called the Cops, Called Jimmies, had a state trooper come out, they called Jimmies, the whole tihng was done with in less that an hour. Lets see. . . 40 minutes on the phone with the insurance company, 2 hours waiting for a tow truck, or 45 minutes for the cops and the two and everything handled. Fuck this state. So all in all I am fine. A little shook up. Andrew fish-tailed on the way in to work this morning and I thought for sure that the truck would roll and my luck would run out. Peace out.