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31 October 2009 @ 01:02 am
I do not fucking BELIEVE this.  
About 20 minutes ago, as I was drifting off to sleep, I heard what sounded like a distant accident.

My stepdaughter then pounded on my door and said, "Some one just ran into your car!"

The drunken son of a bitch hit the FULL-SIZED VAN that parks two houses down, hard enough to TURN IT 180 DEGREES AND LAND IT ON THE SIDEWALK, and then continued on to slam into MY car at high speed.

He hit his head in the impact, but was up walking around by the time I got out there. The fire department, police, and paramedics are out there now.

The front of his car is a crumpled mess. I've seen the rear or mine -- the left rear is about a foot or so in front of the right rear.

It's destroyed. It's fucking destroyed.

I can't take any more of this. I just can't. There's just been too fucking much, in too short a time.

Trick or fuckin' treat.

I feel: distresseddestroyed
Your Obedient Serpent: causticathelind on October 31st, 2009 03:39 pm (UTC)
In the space of an instant, I went from having reliable transportation with no monthly payments to being a pedestrian.

If his insurance doesn't cough up enough to leave me both with transportation and payment-free, I will sue this motherless lush until he has to sell a KIDNEY.

Maybe both.