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October 01, 2004

My Crushed Guts Could Intermingle With Your Crushed Guts

Yesterday the finger of God, embodied in a blue Dodge Durango, reached down and destroyed my Toyota pickup truck.

Andy has a wonderful picture of my smashed truck here. It just looks like somebody bunched it square in the face. Me, I imagine a giant super-sized finger slamming into it.

The entire scene was, as most have put it, surreal. The area immediately in front of my truck is the location we frequent on our smoke breaks here at Coptix. Had the crazed woman flown straight through the intersection in front of our office 15 minutes earlier or 30 minutes later, we would have been serving a Coptix sandwich on Toyota and Durango. My crushed legs and insides mashed together with Brent & Andy & Mesh & Stephen's legs and innards. A grusome picture for sure.

She claimed she was serving to avoid another car. The shere physics of the whole thing don't add up. A lack of skid marks, the fact she admitted she missed her turn onto Tennessee avenue, that the drivers behind her said she just cruised straight through the intersection & never hit her brakes and they didn't see any other cars, and finally the fact that when she climbed out of her car she was clutching her cell-phone like a long lost child, make me think this woman was straight-up blabbing on the cell phone and just wasn't watching the road.

Regardless, it threw of our day yesterday afternoon. The sound of her flying into our carpoort into my truck sounded like somebody had dropped a dump truck on our building. Poor Stephen sitting next to the door had it all happen 3 feet from him.

The lady had good insurance, so I'll get some money for my truck. I'll miss it. My Dad gave it to me a few years back, and I've driven it cross country with Andy, seen it wrecked a few times by Morris, was the vehicle of choice for my wooing of April, and a number of other memorable things from our short 3 1/2 year run together. She's been a good truck to me. We've had some great times. I'm such a nostalgic SOB.

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