Ben Templesmith
Mini 1. SUV 0.
2010, you are one big bloody tease.
Teasing me with death in car accidents.
Teasing me with acting roles I cannot take.
Teasing me with some bloody nice numbers for CHOKER #1 ( Cheers all! )
And that's not even covering the interesting Hollywood type stuff that is potentially going on that obviously, I'm not saying anything about here.
So, probably one of the weirdest weeks of my life. ( We're going to call it a week because it's all within the space of 7 days. Hell, technically it's not over yet, shush. )
Last Saturday me and m'lady survived and walked away from an SUV running a red light, hitting us and pushing us into another lane, hitting that car too. Airbags went off, we got thrown around like lies on a Fox News TV show and all the buttons on our dashboard got popped out. First real major accident for both of us. We both have the bruises with colours you should only see when you do too much acid.
Certainly makes you happy to be alive and live to the fullest. Now more than ever I'm determined to do what I have to do. Also, I had a religious epiphany in the moments of the accident. I'll be doing artist renditions of exactly what I saw later, of what the Squid God told me, how it saved me and how I must spread his tentacled message to all those of the false religions.
We probably wouldn't have been so lucky were it not a Mini Cooper, with it's raft of glorious safety features and excellent ratings. If you get a chance, buy one. The SUV came off second best against my little tank.
Here's pictures of how it looks now, in the cold light of day. Not bad for having an SUV T-bone us and no real injuries ( touch wood ) I'd say.
Already, dealing with insurance have come to realize the US way of doing things has apparently been invented by people who must like drinking from a chemical toilet. It makes little sense, is hugely inefficient and overly complex but hopefully, since we're most definitely not at fault, we'll not be too out of pocket. Hell, why should we be at all? A new car would be spiffy, thanks.
Not to mention what the US laughingly calls 'health care'. Even with insurance, it's more bureaucratic and costly than anything I know I'd experience back home. Should I have anything really actually wrong with me, no doubt I'll do a Barry Windsor Smith and be on the first plane home to get it fixed properly. ( Read it, it's shameful what happened. )
Mini 1. SUV 0.
2010, you are one big bloody tease.
Teasing me with death in car accidents.
Teasing me with acting roles I cannot take.
Teasing me with some bloody nice numbers for CHOKER #1 ( Cheers all! )
And that's not even covering the interesting Hollywood type stuff that is potentially going on that obviously, I'm not saying anything about here.
So, probably one of the weirdest weeks of my life. ( We're going to call it a week because it's all within the space of 7 days. Hell, technically it's not over yet, shush. )
Last Saturday me and m'lady survived and walked away from an SUV running a red light, hitting us and pushing us into another lane, hitting that car too. Airbags went off, we got thrown around like lies on a Fox News TV show and all the buttons on our dashboard got popped out. First real major accident for both of us. We both have the bruises with colours you should only see when you do too much acid.
Certainly makes you happy to be alive and live to the fullest. Now more than ever I'm determined to do what I have to do. Also, I had a religious epiphany in the moments of the accident. I'll be doing artist renditions of exactly what I saw later, of what the Squid God told me, how it saved me and how I must spread his tentacled message to all those of the false religions.
We probably wouldn't have been so lucky were it not a Mini Cooper, with it's raft of glorious safety features and excellent ratings. If you get a chance, buy one. The SUV came off second best against my little tank.
Here's pictures of how it looks now, in the cold light of day. Not bad for having an SUV T-bone us and no real injuries ( touch wood ) I'd say.
Already, dealing with insurance have come to realize the US way of doing things has apparently been invented by people who must like drinking from a chemical toilet. It makes little sense, is hugely inefficient and overly complex but hopefully, since we're most definitely not at fault, we'll not be too out of pocket. Hell, why should we be at all? A new car would be spiffy, thanks.
Not to mention what the US laughingly calls 'health care'. Even with insurance, it's more bureaucratic and costly than anything I know I'd experience back home. Should I have anything really actually wrong with me, no doubt I'll do a Barry Windsor Smith and be on the first plane home to get it fixed properly. ( Read it, it's shameful what happened. )