November 16, 2002 - 11:27 p.m. This layout isn't complete yet...bear with....not that any of you care.... *************************************** So each, I don’t know how many of you know this but I was in an accident today with my car, ruining it. Make any conclusions you want because I know most of you will. All I did was pull out of my neighborhood, on my way to work when the next thing I know my car’s ass is sliding out beneath me. Knowing what was going on I attempted to correct for the slide, which actually did more damage. I steered to correct and it actually sent me spinning into a 180 degree circle that slammed me into a telephone pole. The impact set off both air bags, which the driver side one blew up in my face. Everything stopped and time stood still. While the car was spinning I felt fear, and death once more entering my life to take me away. Hell I don’t know why I’m here but I am. Yes I screamed, and I am not ashamed to admit that. After the car came to its sudden stop, and the sound of the explosion of my airbags deafened me, I had enough sense to put my car in park, as I saw smoke pouring out of my dash. I turned the car off and attempted to get out of the car. Where I was stopped, the pole I hit was blocking my exit, so I slammed my door out, jumped out of my car and fell to my knees. Uttering “mother fucker” as a witness came up. “are you alright” he asked, and I replied “hell if I know…look at my car” Chris Smutco’s father was there; I didn’t recognize him until almost the time when he left the scene. To say the least I sat there, adrenaline pouring throughout my body. I grabbed my cell phone out of the car after one of the gentlemen asked if I had one. The car was filled with smoke and the ringing in my ears was almost deafening. The funny thing is that I wasn’t going fast. I stepped on my gas when I was pulling out of my neighborhood and my car jolted and I gave it a little more, but nothing that should have called for an incident such as this one. When I was coming home last night from Erica’s my car spun its tires on the wet pavement twice. Well an officer showed up, and so did my mom after a few minutes. She called my dad and my dad called my cell and his first words were “what did you do now?” that’s nice. Real nice. He was pissed cause I interrupted him on his trip up to Hernando County with my brother for his camping trip. He told my mom “deal with it yourself” on the phone when he found out about it. We have no money at the house, no AAA nothing to tow it. Nice guy hunh? So he shows up with the gentlemen whom he was riding with, he and his son [who is the same age as my bro and goes to school with him] and my dad says “what is this here” and goes straight to the car. He was more worried about the car than me. Fucking ass. So I stand there wondering what to do. An officer had me in his back seat a few minutes before, locked in mind you. And the gentlemen who my dad was riding with asked me if I was ok. “Yeah I replied” but he could tell that I was not. He is a friend f the family, so he has known me since I was in kindergarten. To make matters worse, my dad kept saying stuff to accuse me of “fucking up” once more. I got so pissed at one point that I walked off and almost cried, I looked at my car and I cried. My mom cried cause she was so broken hearted for me because I worked my ass of for my car. My poor car. So the officer calls me over because he has to explain something to me. According to him and what the witness said I was going too fast when I exited my neighborhood. Now my thing is, how can one go too fast out of a neighborhood when he has come to a complete stop before exiting. Nice hunh? So I get a ticket, a moving violation that costs me $80 for “going too fast under wet conditions.” And I found out that I might also get charged more because I hit a telephone pole. I looked on my ticket and I have a charge of $4000 for property damage. Where those damages lie I don’t know. Plus I have to go to court, according to the ticket. I also have to attend a driver’s safety school to get the points taken off my license. So in the end I have no car, my insurance is going to drop me now because of this, my dad is mad at me, I have to go to court, go to driver’s classes, pay for property damage and I might get money for my car. The car may be salvageable. I don’t know. The frame is damaged under the hood. [The last paragraphs from here on out refer to those at work only, no one else…well except for the parts about comments, but read on please….] So my last point is this. Nice of anyone to call from work, seeing as my mom called in for me and I’m sure everyone was talking about it. I felt sick all day and my back hasn’t stopped aching. Would have been nice to receive a phone call asking “how ‘ya doing Donald?” Wow I feel like I have a purpose in life now [please note sarcasm]. Oh and by the way: the first person that gives me one smart ass comment about my driving, or any of that gets decked because I am not going to take any of it. I’m tired of people all day making fun of me for one thing after another. But wait it’s my fault people don’t call because I’m a shitty friend. Forgot about that detail. Oh and by the way…I feel like shit in case anyone wanted to know.
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