Monday, January 19, 2009

You Know These God Damn Streets Are So Gritty, With Sour Milk From Titties That'll Spoil The City




Counting down the days until I finally see the GZA live in action.


Last week I got in my first car mishap. I slid 15 feet on the ice and collided with the bumper of a huge ass white truck. His truck was barely damaged, a little dent in the back, exhaust pipe a little off center and a bit of paint from my car on there too. But my car on the other hand, is completely fucked up. It still runs. But the hood is bent up and my light is smashed in. According to MPI, this accident is my fault. Which makes sense, but it is still absolute horseshit. I did stop about fifteen feet behind this guy, but thanks to our good old pal Jack Frost, the street was icy. After sliding those fifteen feet and not being able to do anything about it (since it was rush hour and I would hit someone else too if I were to get in another lane) I'm now forced to drive around in a fucked up car that looks like Godzilla did a number on it. I'm thankful that it still drives and nobody was hurt.

This mishap makes me hate this city so much more than usual. I want to move the fuck away. Somewhere with a underground subway, warmer winters and less fucking idiots.

I have nothing more to say.

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