|Current mood:|| lonely|
|Current music:||Thursday - Understanding in a Car Crash|
A dead letter marked return to sender
So I got into a crash today with my good pal Tatsu riding shotgun. I was turning off a street onto Tatsu's street, it was a left turn and about 4 or 5 people passed on my right with no issue. Then one guy came and all you heard was screeeeeeech and wham. I parked in the Mobile station right there and got down there to see if he was ok. He Looked at me and pointed at his car...He spoke no English, he had a Brazillian ID and that's all he could speak. Cops came and got my info from him and stuff, his car is totalled, mine is too, but it's still drivable. Basically, the bumper is dead and the rest of the frame is scrunched up slightly, only enough to mess up how the door closes. I'm keeping the car and only collecting a little money, since it isn't worth jack. It kinda sucks a lot, I love that car and I didn't really need this. At least I wore my seatbelt, I usually don't, and ironically enough I did because I was driving home from a junkyard where I went to buy a seatbelt buckle for my chainmail belt. Oh the irony!