This morning I had to take care of something important. The towing company has graciously offered to write off all the charges as long as I signed over the car title to them. Since it was a '96 S@ble, I only had liability. I had to go downtown to file for a lost car title since I was unable to locate it.
As soon as I took care of the paperwork, the lady took me to my car to get the remaning belongings out. It was at that moment that I realized I had forgot my camera at the house, fourty minutes away. I had M snap a few shots with the camera phone, though. As I leaned in through the window to remove my steering wheel cover, I started to get sick. The car really is worse than I remember. Neither front door would open, both front ends were smashed, and the right windshield was smashed.
It was weird taking everything out of the car. I put all the trash into the front seat for them thanks to my OCD-ness. The passanger floor had the coke stain from my open drink that morning. The seats were cold and hard since the windows have been down. My windshield was frightening. The burgandy paint was on the left corner. The mud from the ditch was on the right corner. Both airbags were deployed, just laying there.
I can still picture the lady's car. I can still hear me hitting her, but it's not so loud any more. I can hear the sound of my window breaking as I hit the ditch and tree. I can see the smoke, but not smell it any more. I can remember not being able to hear clearly, it was all mumbled. I can still remember my heart beating out of my chest. I can still feel the cold pavement as I sat there looking at my car in the ditch wondering what in the fuck just happened.
I was lucky.
PS: Mr.HotAsHellFirefighter, thanks for letting me use your phone. Don't worry about the girls hugs t!ts and n!pples as the screensaver. I pretended I didn't see them after I hit END call. I won't tell anyone, your secrets safe with me. No, really.