This post is not rated, but if it were it would be rated NC-17 for extreme language
26 January 2006
Some piece of garbage tried to steal my car today. Tried. Instead, he ran it into this large metal pole at the end of my driveway then ran off. What a stupid motherfucker.
I was sitting in my living room, preparing an envelope to mail for grad school. My car was running, warming up because it's pretty fucking cold in Pittsburgh today -- especially given the string of warm weather days we've had recently. When my brother hears a car door shut, he thinks my uncle has come over. So I look out the window, only to see some dickhead in a camo jacket sitting behind the wheel of my car.
"Someone's stealing my car," I exclaim as I dash out the door to try and... what? Stop him? I don't know, I just didn't want some freeloader deadbeat criminal to make off with my car.
When I get outside less than two seconds later, the jerk had already started pulling away. "Hey!" I scream, again for no purpose other than to statisfy myself. But it doesn't matter. The moron crashed my car into a pole at the end of my driveway. I began to approach the car but, realizing the dude might be packing, I back off and run inside only to watch him scurry away like the rat he is.
After calling the police and getting the runaround from my insurance company, nearly four hours had passed and my entire day was ruined. I went out to check the damage on my car and, surprisingly, my ride is pretty resilient. Despite being wrecked into a heavy metal pole, there was only a slight crack in the front bumper to go along with a dent and some scuffing. Whoever says new American cars are crappy are liars. My car stood up like a pro -- even if it was to a slow-impact collision.
It's taken me a long time to complete this post, mostly because it's just been one of those days. I started writing this as a hate-filled, obscentiy-laced tirade about some jerk who tried making off with my wheels. But now, after being some six hours removed from the event, I've calmed down a bit. But, my God, this whole situation has been maddening. I could go on and on, but I think this should be the end. I'm too exhausted.
I was sitting in my living room, preparing an envelope to mail for grad school. My car was running, warming up because it's pretty fucking cold in Pittsburgh today -- especially given the string of warm weather days we've had recently. When my brother hears a car door shut, he thinks my uncle has come over. So I look out the window, only to see some dickhead in a camo jacket sitting behind the wheel of my car.
"Someone's stealing my car," I exclaim as I dash out the door to try and... what? Stop him? I don't know, I just didn't want some freeloader deadbeat criminal to make off with my car.
When I get outside less than two seconds later, the jerk had already started pulling away. "Hey!" I scream, again for no purpose other than to statisfy myself. But it doesn't matter. The moron crashed my car into a pole at the end of my driveway. I began to approach the car but, realizing the dude might be packing, I back off and run inside only to watch him scurry away like the rat he is.
After calling the police and getting the runaround from my insurance company, nearly four hours had passed and my entire day was ruined. I went out to check the damage on my car and, surprisingly, my ride is pretty resilient. Despite being wrecked into a heavy metal pole, there was only a slight crack in the front bumper to go along with a dent and some scuffing. Whoever says new American cars are crappy are liars. My car stood up like a pro -- even if it was to a slow-impact collision.
It's taken me a long time to complete this post, mostly because it's just been one of those days. I started writing this as a hate-filled, obscentiy-laced tirade about some jerk who tried making off with my wheels. But now, after being some six hours removed from the event, I've calmed down a bit. But, my God, this whole situation has been maddening. I could go on and on, but I think this should be the end. I'm too exhausted.
Labels: Personal
Motor City Madness
22 January 2006
So how about dem Steelers? AFC Champions again, finally. After watching them lose to San Diego, Denver, New England and New England, I thought this would be another notch on the belt of choking mediocrity. Instead, a team showed up to play today. Shazam! February 5 can't get here fast enough.
