monsterjoe

I totalled my truck last Tuesday. It was raining and I was stopped at a stop light. The light turns green and I accelerate into a curve. I start to fishtail and I couldn't correct it. I spun out of control and ended up pointed the wrong way on a one way street slammed up a against a wall. I was on the light rail track and as soon as I figured out I wasn't dead I drove my truck up a block to some place safe, and because I don't have a cell phone I had to walk two blocks in the rain to the light rail station to call the cops and for towing.

I'm cool. I'm fine. Nothing broken on me that wasn't already you know? But that fucking truck was paid for and I only had liability on it. I drove it to a body shop after bending the bummper off of the tire and they said they could patch it up for 8K. Fuck that. The truck isn't worth that much. So I bought a new one. Yes it's big, yes it's shiney, yes it's a 4X4, and yes it's God damned expensive. It's also too damn big for midtown. I have to pay $100/month for off street parking just so I don't have to walk two blocks when I get off of work.

But like I said, I'm cool. I'm fine. I'm also annoyed, but still one lucky bastard.