So.

As stupidly ghey this will sound.

I'm now terrified of driving.

Okay, well, not driving in GENERAL, just.

Driving my grandmother's Izuzu.

An driving in general for the next couple of weeks probably.

And as stupid as this next part sounds, I don't want to hear a snort. D<

I was in my first car accident as a driver on Thursday, about... 2-3pm. Yeah, I wanna say 3, because that's about when I left.

So the highway's set up like this.

On one side, where I was, there's a Burger King and then there's two lanes of highway, a median in the middle, another two lanes, and then the entryway into the Walmart Super Center.

I was on the other side, just crossing over, following the flow of the other folks at the median, then out of the fucking blue a huge ass white truck pops up out of nowhere.

Note, the speed limit for the highway is 50 mph. You're given 5 as leeway, but any faster and you're ticketed.

I was going about 35 or so when this fucker hit my right in my right flank of the truck. He hit me at 65mph.

He hit me SO HARD that my truck spun across one lane of the highway (Which was completely empty for some DAMN ODD REASON he was the ONLY ONE ON THE ROAD), and stopped, facing the Burgerking, which I had just left, after spinning around about three times.

The force of the hit sent me slamming into my car door so hard I smacked my head. My entire left side to this day is still killing me. I can barely move my left leg at all. My left arm keeps freezing, and my ribcage, just at the bottom, feels like I have a knot in it.

Did I mention a minor concussion with memory loss? Yeah, my life sucks.

Anyway, I climb out, and the first thing I say is 'Is everyone okay!?'

Do I get a decent, human response? No.

I get some guppy john deer rednecks slamming their fists on their now completely totaled truck like a small gaggle of goddamn gorrillas. They're swearing at me, telling me 'YOU DIDN'T SEE ME!?'

Well obviously, numb nuts, you apparently didn't see ME either.

They pull a toddler out of the front seat (Whom wasn't in a carseat and apparently learned 'Oh My God' from his crack smoking bitch spawn -- er mother) and I'm already hiding behind the SUV calling my granddad. The cops are already there, because in Tennessee they have absolutely nothing better to do with their free time then stalk people at the gas station in front of Walmart.

So, they're there, keeping Psycho Bitch from attacking me, and I give them my info.

And they give me a ticket.

"Failure to Yield"

He hit me in my ass, which meant I was already almost halfway across the highway lane that he was in when he rammed me. Not only that, he had SPED UP to ram me, because I know, for a fact, he was NOT THERE when I first took off of the median.

Regardless, I'm not fighting the ticket, it's 75$, so, I just won't eat much this month.

Oh, I forgot to mention.

The asshole said he wished the wreck had killed me to the insurance agent.

Direct quote.

I hope he chokes on his Copenhagen.