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So, its 01:45, I’m laying on the couch watching Raymond and had actually just nodded off when…
BAM!
It was loud and rumbling, as I first woke up I thought “Man, that lightening is close”, then I heard the engine bouncing off the rev limiter and tires squeeling and realized it must be a car wreck. I was hoping it was the intersection infront of the house, but no such luck. I yelled at Cathy to call 911 as I pried the front door open, and see a damn car in my garage. I slip on my shoes and grab my flashlight and saw two ppl inside the car pretty bloody. The driver wasn’t moving and the passenger was freaking out trying to get out of the car but her door was pinned so she climbed over the back seat and out the back door. Now there’s a bloody chick in her underwear telling me “He’s trying to kill me, He’s drunk!”. So, I take her inside and give her a towel and lock the front door just incase he is trying to kill her and go back out to see about him. Well, he’s moving now but not much. I bang on the glass and shine the lights in his eyes and ask him if he’s ok and he just waves me off. I tell him the ambulance in on the way and he gets pissed off and yells, “I heard you!” So my concern for him starts to drop pretty quickly and right about then I notice the cop car pulling up on the scene. Turns out they were just 2 blocks away rapping up another call. They pull the driver out and fool can’t even stand on his own two feet. Now the passenger is back out asking the cops to get her pants and jacket out of the car and saying she told him he was too drunk to drive, to which he allegedly replied, “I’ll show you how drunk I am.” Well thanks Jack for using MY frappin house to make your point. One neighbor 3 houses down came by saying it woke him up, but nobody else woke up. Which is good, ’cause now it’s 3am and I’m hammering and nailing a tarp to the side of my garage to cover the gaping hole IN MY HOUSE!
Now, I’m sure I sound pissed, but I’m very thankful that nobody was seriously hurt, that this Jackhole didn’t have his kids in the car, that he didn’t hit the front of the house where the bedrooms are, that he didn’t hit our cars, that cathy’s car wasn’t in the garage at the time, that the wretched smell of burning rubber finally aired out of the house…
Oh, did I mention he “may not have insurance”? Yeah, just friggin great. Home cheese can put rims on his 4-door accord, but “may not” have insurance.





















