Brutal Irony
 

All week I've been losing sleep because of my financial situation and the fear of the expenses related to gassing the car. I pray. This morning a Mercury Mountaineer from God smashes the car. It might be reparable, but damn. I feel so fucked, so sad, so desparate. I don't open up like this very often, but this is kind of a Peter Finch moment for me. I'm mad as hell and I'm not going to take it anymore!

That sucks Doc! Sorry to hear about that. Insurance?

Yeah, my girlfriend's insured. The other person only got their tire ripped open, where as we lost the left side of the front headlight and after that, the car didn't start.

infernal money pits......that's what they all are. I'd love to go back to the horse & buggy days.





holy shit, I sound old :o

Jesus CHRIST, Doc! That sucks!! *HUG*

Your girlfriend's insurance is going to go after the ass, right?

I just want to get the money to leave Chicago and move up to Portland where people walk all the time.

They technically found her at fault, but it wasn't really anyone's. Just took a sharp turn and missed one of those Megalodon SUVs pulling out really fast.

SUCK!!! :(

I'm sorry, Doc.

I'm going to ask a stupid question... Portland, Oregon, not Portland, Maine, right? (the New Englander in me shows through)

Oregon. Never was crazy about Maine. My mother once took me to the seashore trolley museum as a punishment.

LOL

I spent my four college years in Waterville, ME, so, quite frankly, I've never seen the DRAW to Maine. It really IS like a torture.

Portland, Oregon I've only heard good things about... And the literary geek in me wants to go and make its summer Shakespeare festival. hee.