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well, the check engine light was on anyway…

March 3rd, 2004

Somewhere around nine this morning as I turned left from New Hampshire Ave. onto 18th St South, I saw her out of the corer of my eye. She came around the delivery van making a left onto 18th St. North. And there was nothing I could do.

I got out and ran over to her car to make sure she was alright. She stood up then almost fell as the adrenaline left and shock set in. She was hyperventilating.

Someone called the cops, a girl standing on the corner when it happened. The fire truck showed up in a few minutes. Then an ambulance. They took her to the hospital because she could not stop hyperventilating.

I waited for the police to look around. Then they wrote me a ticket — $25 for failure to yield. But it will cost me a fortune. Since I got the ticket, since I was crossing traffic my insurance will have to pay for both my truck and her car. Neither one was drivable.

Never mind the fact that she illegally passed the delivery van on the right. Because no one else was paying attention and no one can tell the cop what happened the law says I am at fault.

Fuck.

I don’t know what bad karma I am burning off, but every day it seams it’s something new. There goes all my money for Japan. I mean I’ll have enough to go but I don’t know how much spending money I will have.

I don’t know how I’m going to get to and from work for the next who-knows-how-long while they fix my truck. I don’t know if they can fix it. I still owe a bunch on the truck. I want a new car but I cannot afford one.

My left side where I slammed against the wall hurts. My head hurts. Just bruised, but I feel like I got run over.

It has not been a good week, maybe next week will be better. Maybe not.

I hope she is okay.

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