The Update: R.I.P Mocha

Dear World,

So I've been gone for quite sometime now. But before I start, just a moment of discretion, I am so sleepy right now. I just made a bunch of flash cards for a midterm, so I am making an honest attempt at sounding coherent. Anyways, a lot has happened since I've been gone, with Nick and everything. I'd like to start of with this.

Couple of weeks after I stopped blogging I totaled my BMW 5 series. (Karma maybe? For leaving you guys hanging? Whatever makes you feel better). It was pretty bad, but I walked out with just a few scratches. You probably all wondering if it was my fault, but this is where it gets complicated. Too put it simply, I was avoiding someone else, which in turn caused me to hit someone else. But the fucker, excuse my language, who I avoided drove away from the accident! Might I add without a scratch on his car, thanks to me. Also note, this accident took place like at 2 am, so there was no one around.

The fucker, came out from the side. He/she had no stop light, just a stop sign. So he/she has to yield to traffic. Apparently he didn't see me, and if he did, I guess he wanted to kill himself. So he just went storming out from the side, right into my path.


But anyways, in my attempt of swerving out of the way, I ended up on the other side of the rode. My swerving out of the way, ultimately saved the fucker's ass but caused me to loose control and run head on into incoming traffic, or is it oncoming? Well you know what I mean. And according to the law books, this would mean it was my fault. Which means very little compensation for my car. You see, I didn't think this, everything I was doing was just instinct. I still remember exactly what happened, it was like it happened in slowmo. I remember seeing the beam of my headlight trace the fencing on the opposite side of the rode, and when my car straightened out I saw the headlight of the incoming car. And boom, my air bag explodes in my face. The next thing you know, BMW calls me. It's like on-star, but for a BMW. "Our computer tells us that you've been involved in a frontal collision, help is on your way." Thank god for that because there was no one on the rode. So that was that, my BMW is gone. R.I.P Mocha (my car's name). But luckily everyone was okay. And I guess the politically correct thing to say is that human life is all that matters, but hell I miss my car! My parents never replaced it, so now I drive a toyota highlander. Woot.

I hope that makes sense. Describing a car accident is really difficult.

-Anonymous