I was driving someone’s suburban. (Carolyn used to have one in real life.) Well, not really driving. We were just hanging out on it.
At some point, though, I was on the hood, nobody was behind the driver’s seat, and I was like, “Guys! The truck is moving!” …
They all jumped off, and since I was the last one behind the driver’s seat, I assumed responsbility and tried to stop the vehicle from moving. But yeah, it’s kinda hard to get behind the driver’s seat when you’re on the front hood of a moving vehicle. (I’ve ridden front-hood on a real-life moving vehicle, and it’s hard enough just to not fly off during 25MPH turns. Pulled arm muscles! Thank you Erinn.)
Anyway…. The vehicle eventually wrecked, leaving only a shitty bicycle in place. That was all that could be made with the remaining parts.
So I rode the bicycle back. I kinda expected to pay for this via insurance or something… So imagine my surprise a day or two later, when I got a lawsuit summons from a bicycle part show for $1220 or so. I was pissed off, but I understood.
What I did not understand was the next lawsuit…. From a dry cleaners for $230 or so. WTF?
And then the next day, another lawsuit! From a game shop — I think Judy’s — for another $200-something. WTF?!?
By that point, I was totally losing my shit while talking to my parents, livid that three fucking parties were now suing me, and at least 2 of them were total bullshit!
There was also something about me being 38 in this… I think it had to do with the fact that I’m starting a real job in real life soon, and that the break I just took may be the last one I’m able to for a long time. But I don’t remember that part.
“Dreams… They’re the hurricanes that wash the soulfilth from the superdome of our nightminds.”
- Xavier:Renegade AngelMood: heh
Music: Motorhead – Ace Of Spades (Slow Acoustic version)