That’s my car on Friday night. I ran a yellow light and just when it turned red, a car was turning left right into me. Only 74,000 miles. 2000 model. 7 years. My first car accident. Bummed beyond belief. It was supposed to last me at least another two years, for me to start cushioning up my finances. Heh, my last words to Michael on the phone was “I’m running a yellow….. oh, FUCK!”
Good things: I’m okay and alive. It happened pretty close to Michael’s house so I wasn’t alone as I would be had it happened right in the middle of Austin and Dallas. He helped distract me of my current financial hell. He gave me a ride back to Austin. I have good friends.
Dammit. Just, dammit.
