Some redneck douchebag FUCK FACE violently pushed me off the road with his truck, slamming in to me with his side aggressively, throwing the TransAm in to the median in to signs and foliage and wrecked Sabine and my baby. He came up on me flying, and immediately, without a blinker, swung in to my lane, continuing to push me in to the median even after impact. It felt like he was literally trying to kill me with his truck. I regained control of the car off the median and immediately called 911 with his license plate number. He began motioning me for him to follow him in to the parking lot, but his truck had all kinds of stickers indicating he had a gun. (Which is totally his right, and I support that freedom.) He may have just wanted to exchange insurance information, but slamming in to my side so aggressively and continuously felt so intentional that I think he actually wanted to continue the violence in the parking lot. Yes, I had my Beretta on me, but that doesn't mean you go looking for trouble. Real life is not like the movies, the best won battle is the one avoided. So I pulled in to an adjacent parking lot and had to wait for police. The cops told me that he admitted fault, and that I was in his blind spot, but I call major bullshit because he flew past me and then cut in to me when I was nose deep in to his truck bed and then held me there as my car ran in to signs and bushes as if he was trying to hurt me. But he did admit fault, and so insurance is going to be handling all the repairs, and I have the police report number to verify him causing the wreck. I didn't see any leaking fluids or anything so far, so hopefully it's just body damage.
I'm so glad I survived the wreck with my wife so that I can suffer thinking about her death everyday, and then get bit by a God damn dog and have to go through a Rabies scare and get on a vaccination schedule for that (I have two more injections to go) and get pushed off the road by a fucking truck in to almost incoming traffic. Seriously, fuck this life.
