Some of you may have been familiar with a thread I started a while ago about my nieces who ran my car into a garage. Some of you may recall threads from The Winter Of Our Lost Content where I complained about my car being hit alot.
Last night at about 2 am I was sitting in my living roomwith my buddy. All fo teh sudden I hear what sounded like a semi dropping its load on the ground. I looked out of my window to be greeted with nothing, but empty street. This normally would have been no cause for alarm, except for one thing. My car had been parked in front of my house. Maybe I just wasn’t looking hard enough. Surely my car was still there.
Me:Marco, where is my car?
Marco: It ahs to be there
Me:ummmmmm where is my car (slightly hysterical)
Marco:…
So I ran downstairs. Still no car. Which is odd because I normally remember the last place i left my car.So I step out into the street and see anotehr car, smoke coming from the hood. “thatnk goodness"I thought- thats not my car- poor bastard. But the mystery remained, where is my car? I was pretty sure I left it in the street. I started walking towards the smoking car. Something caught my eye up in the distant, the light was glinting off of what looked to be an abstract art piece. " How lovely” I thought “the neighborhood has an interest in art”. getting closer I note that the art piece was red, Hmmm Just like my car. But that can’t be my car! because I left my car in front of the fucking house. And on top of that this is in my neighbors yard, more than 100 ft from where I had parked my car. While reality was bodychecking me, the driver from the other car was laying on the ground. Apparently reality already kicked his ass in the form of a bloody head wound. I ran over to help him up. This dude was so drunk.
He implored me not to callthe police but to call his Gf because she had insurance and that he had just got out of jail. Marco went to call the police. Ol Dude ran. I wuold have tackled him, but for some odd reason I thought I would have went to jail. My neighbors chased him but he made it into someones house,
where the police are still trying to get him to turn himself in.
The owner of the car miraculously shows up. She somehow just knew where to find the accident. Car was stolen of course and she wants to press charges. She let her daughter use te car and she showed up. My worst nightmare realised. It was A girl I used to know. Well if know can be translated to mean: girl who used to whoop your ass in highschool because you were not ebonically correct and was trying to be white and loved nothing better than to try and snatch you baldheaded.
In the long run no one was hurt to badly. but they could have been. If anyone had been in my car I doubt they would have lived. The officer told me he hestimated the driver to be doing 80 to 90 miles per hour. he could have killed somebody. It could have been me in my car, I had just been seriously contemplating going tot get something to eat. It could have been anyone in my car, my nieces, such as the poster formerly known as SweetSensation(who is the niece who crashed my car into the garage) there were car seats in the back of his car. he could have had babies with him. There could have been regular joe Schmo walking down the street. he could have rant directly in to a house.
Dude what were you thinking? I know this is the pit, but I am not up to flaming at the moment, so here are some random cuss words feel free to insert themw here you will
fuck
shit
cumdumpster
goat felcher
smega eater
fucking
mother fucker
