creative_slacker

Did you ever have one of those lifetimes... yeah THOSE ones. sigh.

So, my bike was CRUNCHED by a evil woman who IS the epitomy of ghetto sista. She was at a stop sign, and only looked ONE way for the cars approaching. Sure, why would she look IN FRONT OF HER, I mean, it's not like anyone was waiting to cross the street... She ran over my front tire. I am insanely grateful she didn't take the turn fast, otherwise I would be crushed instead of my tire. I actually had to SCREAM at her to stop driving since she wasn't even looking ahead of her.


She didn't appologize. She and EVERYONE else on the block said it was my fault and that I must have had a death wish to be waiting at the corner... in plain fucking view had she turned her goddamned head. She didn't even ask if I was okay.

I waited 45 minutes for the police to arrive. I sat on the corner amongst the ghetto people talking about me like I wasn't even there. I didn't want to get the police involved, since I thought she'd at least offer to pay for the rim... uh no. There was nothing wrong with her vehicle OR her pride OR her god aweful english. I couldn't take it anymore, and I left the 'scene' I told her that had it been her child on the bike, then she would be having a screaming fit, I reminded her that I am someone's child and that my life is just as precious. She just continued to yell at me saying that I am at fault.

This is what my fault looks like:?


I walked home dragging my bike through the ghetto, while five or more people asked "didcha git inta an accident?" I hate people.

I think with all my wrath I have cursed her to hell 300 times. Her Karma is fucked for quite a while. I however am exhausted from my cold, from ignorant fucks, from New Orleans apathy, from life... I am looking forward to the nice long dirt nap. sigh.