Friday night Dave came over. We hung out for a bit, and then went to my sister Deborah’s “holiday” party.
I had a great time! Dave and I stood in the kitchen most of the time, telling stories and socializing. But alas, Dave had to be home by 1am. We left just after 11:30pm.
I drove Dave’s truck up the hill towards my house. As I pulled up I noticed a small gathering of neighbors, huddled around my truck.
Just minutes earlier someone had come roaring over the hill. They slammed on the brakes, sliding for a good 50 feet before colliding with my poor little truck.
My poor truck. It was just sitting there, parked on the street in front of my house, minding its own business. And some jackass plows into it.
Not only that, but the driver ran. And he got away. Fucker…
A few hours later the police showed up to take a quick report. He told me not to hold my breath–they wouldn’t find the person who did this.
Dude, I’m beginning to feel bad for any vehicle that falls into your hands. Let’s turn the clock back..
Da Civic–victim of rear end accident
Da Civic–Jahari Courts rear ender
Da Grenade–Dukes of Hazard jump
Da LTD–Fish Tail Mishap
Da Civic–Rogue Tumbleweed
Da Truck–Hit and Run..
And I thought you had a Mongoose Freestyle BMX bike that got hit by an AC Transit…maybe that’s someone else….
Yeah yeah yeah…
Every car/truck I’ve ever owned has been in an accident, most of them my fault. This time however I was nowhere near my truck when it happened! It wasn’t my fault!