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In the early hours of the Friday after Thanksgiving Day, the son of my mum's neighbor got in a car accident after coming back from a sale at CompUSA. His car, a volvo, ran head first into a tree. He luckily survived the accident with minimal injuries, but the kid, who is ~22y/o, doesn't remember a thing. He might fallen asleep at the wheel. I think he's still in the hospital right now, but thankfully he wasn't hurt more. Everyone, from emergency personnel to family, was saying that if he hadn't been driving a Volvo he could have been hurt much more.
A lot of people commented on my weightloss. Earlier that night my mum and I went to a little get together at the aforementioned neighbor's house. Everyone who remembered me was sort of shocked at how different I looked. The funny thing though, the next day we went to Chinatown with another set of my mum's neighbors, and on the way we picked up another friend who I hadn't seen in a while. She didn't even recognize me and thought I was one of the neighbor's foster kids.
As I was driving back yesterday I happened to get stuck behind this one truck. Under normal circumstances I would haved passed the truck, but the genius behind wheel was taking up both lanes of the freeway. When I say truck, I mean to say huge friggin' sky blue Suburban. I had already noticed that this guy was driving erratically because he was tailgating other cars and weaving somewhat in and out of traffic. However, at some point he figured that he wasn't getting anywhere fast so he decided to just stay where he was in the fast lane. I was a few cars behind this guy when I finally got directly behind him, but by the time I was behind him he had drifted into the other lane of the freeway. Consequently he had a quarter of his truck in my lane, and the other fraction in the adjacent lane. Apparently if he wasn't going to get anywhere fast neither was anyone else. I started honking my horn repeatedly, but he didn't hear a thing. I must have been on my horn for at least a minute or two until he finally decides to pick a lane. I'm not sure if this was any of my doing since he didn't seem to move with any urgency but with a more lackadaisical attitude.
So finally he picks a lane, and I start to pick up my speed to close the gap between me and the car in front of me. But just as I thought I was about to pass he drifts back into my lane again. Yeah, I was a bit pissed. Well I said to myself fuck it, and just sat back and let a couple of cars get in front of me so I had a buffer in case this guy did anything crazy.
I did end up finally passing this guy. He turned out to be a really wiley looking old fellow with a scraggily beard and trucker hat. I didn't expect that. If I had passed him earlier I know I would have flipped him off but instead I just drove by and blew his ass away with my 9mm. Oh wait, I'm not that guy.
Well despite that one little hiccup I made good time driving back up North. I actually made it back in under 6 hours whereas it took me about 8.5 on the way down.
A lot of people commented on my weightloss. Earlier that night my mum and I went to a little get together at the aforementioned neighbor's house. Everyone who remembered me was sort of shocked at how different I looked. The funny thing though, the next day we went to Chinatown with another set of my mum's neighbors, and on the way we picked up another friend who I hadn't seen in a while. She didn't even recognize me and thought I was one of the neighbor's foster kids.
As I was driving back yesterday I happened to get stuck behind this one truck. Under normal circumstances I would haved passed the truck, but the genius behind wheel was taking up both lanes of the freeway. When I say truck, I mean to say huge friggin' sky blue Suburban. I had already noticed that this guy was driving erratically because he was tailgating other cars and weaving somewhat in and out of traffic. However, at some point he figured that he wasn't getting anywhere fast so he decided to just stay where he was in the fast lane. I was a few cars behind this guy when I finally got directly behind him, but by the time I was behind him he had drifted into the other lane of the freeway. Consequently he had a quarter of his truck in my lane, and the other fraction in the adjacent lane. Apparently if he wasn't going to get anywhere fast neither was anyone else. I started honking my horn repeatedly, but he didn't hear a thing. I must have been on my horn for at least a minute or two until he finally decides to pick a lane. I'm not sure if this was any of my doing since he didn't seem to move with any urgency but with a more lackadaisical attitude.
So finally he picks a lane, and I start to pick up my speed to close the gap between me and the car in front of me. But just as I thought I was about to pass he drifts back into my lane again. Yeah, I was a bit pissed. Well I said to myself fuck it, and just sat back and let a couple of cars get in front of me so I had a buffer in case this guy did anything crazy.
I did end up finally passing this guy. He turned out to be a really wiley looking old fellow with a scraggily beard and trucker hat. I didn't expect that. If I had passed him earlier I know I would have flipped him off but instead I just drove by and blew his ass away with my 9mm. Oh wait, I'm not that guy.
Well despite that one little hiccup I made good time driving back up North. I actually made it back in under 6 hours whereas it took me about 8.5 on the way down.
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