Well, they finally did it.......they finally killed my car. So, in the on-going epic battle between Ford F150 and Toyota Corolla, another sacrifice has been made. I'm chilling at my friend's house last night for a house warming, having a good old time. One of her friends has to move his truck from a neighbor's parking spot. Lunchbag decides the best maneuver would be a loop-de-loop-hook-n-ladder in reverse at 25 mph in pitch black conditions. Luckily for me, an Indigo Pearlescent Corolla stands out on a small, dark street. I'm sitting outside and hear/see a red flash of a truck going down the street and then a loud impact followed by a car alarm. I didn't have to get up to know it was my car. My car that I just paid off last month (ink is still wet on the title). So, I go shut off my alarm and assess the damage. The driver was a friend of my friend and I had just met him that day. He knew he'd focked up bad. I didn't think he was drunk but had made a bad decision to drive a monster truck in reverse down the street at 1am. Well, the neighbors start pouring out and what not, gotta make a scene. Strangely enough, I wasn't mad. The driver was kool and nothing was going to reverse the damage. I wasn't drunk or anything, I was just mellow. I guess I knew it was going to happen sooner or later since I paid off the car. I also think what kept me cool was that I had other things to worry about, like the work trip to Detroit this week and two little pugs in my apartment that needed me to get back to them and not go to jail for a stupid reason. The driver and I got together and he said he wasn't drunk and it was ok to call the cops. His friend wanted to wait a while to let him get some coffee in him or something. I was ok with waiting an hour or so but not much longer as I didn't want to mess up any insurance bullshit. So, the driver said to go ahead and get the police and a flat bed out there so I did. Well, the cops smelled booze on the driver and he blew a 0.094 b.a.c. The cops were cool about it and took him to the station but took their sweet time so he could sober up b/c if he passed the breathalyzer at the station then he'd be let free. It didn't matter to me as I had no ill-will against the guy, again I was in some kind of zone. So, the cops get me a flat bed to get my car out of there and Ashley said I could stay the night. I gathered some of my personal stuff out of my car and turned off the alarm. I was heading back towards the party as the cops were taking the driver away and his buddy comes up to me and tells me I best get walking to wherever it is I got to go. This douchebag (in the white t-shirt in the pics above) was picking fights with people all night long and now it was my turn. I reminded him that it wasn't his house and he reminded me that he didn't care. I told him I was sorry bout his friend but his friend also told me to call the cops so it wasn't my problem. He tried acusing me of telling the cops some bullshit even though I didn't say two words about the accident to the cops and only had to tell them what to do with my car. Again, I wasn't looking for trouble this night as I had a lot of responsibilities to get back to and now had to deal with getting my car taken care of so I told the douchebag "whatever" and went to find Ashley. Well, in the chaos her dog had run off and she was too pre-occupied to help me out with douchebag. I asked the neighbors about getting me a cab so I could get back to my house, a good 30 miles away, and one of the young dudes offered to drive me back. They were some cool guys that that douchebag tried picking a fight with earlier so they had sympathy for me. As I get ready to leave I realize that I left my apartment keys in my car cupholder. The hits keep on coming. I had the fella drive me to the hotel around the corner from my apartment so that I would at least be close in the morning to get to the pugs. I checked in and immediately called my insurance to see what it was I should be doing regarding my car. Got my claim filed and what not but its going to be difficult as I'm out of town all week for work. So, I try to get some sleep and wake up early to walk to my apartment main office to get the master keys for my apartment only to find out that they don't open till noon on sundays. Beautiful. Well, I still needed to rent a car and the Avis was only open from 9am-Noon. I tried to call everyone I knew in the local area only to realize I really don't have that many friends or people I can count on. So, my options were a 2.5 mile walk or a taxi cab. 4-1-1 screwed me over and gave me some bunk cab numbers so I called my friends in Avon cause I knew they'd be awake at 9:30am. They gave me some cab numbers that didn't pan out but my co-worker returned my call and saved my ass. I got a rental and got back to my apartment to a couple of pugs that were extremely happy to see me for potty-time. Ashley got back to me later this morning and the driver didn't get a DUI, which I was happy about b/c accidents happen. It does suck that I might have to get a new car as I was so excited about not having car payments for at least a couple of years. Hopefully, insurance decides to fix the car as it looks mostly like body damage since the truck bumper is much higher than my engine. There wasn't any leaking fluids so that was a good sign.
Anywho, life's been a bit stressful and shitty lately. When it rains, it pours..................
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