You see, I own a car. This October I will have owned it ten years. And unlike the crazy drunk girl tonight who was trying to pick up on the cops, to me, it’s more than “just a car.” When I first heard the crash my heart froze, it sounded bad. I was visiting friends and it was 3 in the morning. We all rushed outside. Then my frozen heart sunk.
I have no problem admitting my vanity. I even wrote an entry here about my affection for this hunk of metal. I love driving it for a multitude of reasons; one being it’s simply a beautiful car. So when I saw the huge black scar ripping down the twisted metal that was the side of my car, my sinking heart broke a little. I was in pain. When rational thought slowly started creeping back into my intoxicated mind, my sadness was joined by anger. Someone (more-than-likely a drunk someone) side-swiped my car and many others, then drove off.
My anger has been interrupted by remembering a conversation I had a few nights ago about quantum physics. With that, I started to feel better. Later, while waiting in line at Lowe’s, I accepted what had happened. And in accepting it, I know that it has changed my life. In that, whatever happens from now on might not have happened if that idiot didn’t hit my car and drive off.
The past — it’s who we are.
Current mood: numb
Ouch! I feel for you.
Again, sorry just doesn’t cut it in this situation. Poor, poor pretty car. My friend, I think you need a very big, very stiff drink. My treat!
A humbling experience indeed.
Although on this track it was a hit and run take some satisfaction in knowing that some where in space time you caught who it was and beat the holy hell out of them making them cry and bleed.
It’s a damn shame, but I was honestly expecting worse and I’m glad to hear that you are not hurt.
Fuck that fucker right in his fucking fuck hole!
Oh my…that is very sad. I see what you meant by crushed…not just you, but the poor car as well!
This is interesting however. You see, I bought a brand new car Friday night. Perhaps another car had to die so that mine could be born? If so, it wasn’t supposed to be yours!!!
I agree with the previous comment with all the F-bombs in it. Amen brotha!
oh dean i’m so sorry about your baby…azzy sends extra love
Sob….sob…..oh poor thing! I too have had a drunk driver hit my car while it was parked. In the parking lot of BJ’s as a matter of fact., but the difference is my car was a piece a junk! Your wonderful car has taken me home on several occasions while working at BJ’s. Darn those drunk drivers!!!! They will pay, listen to what I say!!! …..I’ll just go eat some hay. I could make things out of clay, and lay by the bay, I just may. What d’ya say?