I was supposed to be going on vacation. It was going to be awesome. I've been looking forward to it for more than a year.
But two hours away from home, as I'm driving, some stupid cunt mother fucking scum drunk driver decided to completely destroy my car, break my arm, dislocate my knee, and give me a concussion.
AND GUESS WHAT? IT'S HIS THIRD DUI. THIRD
My neck hurts so fucking bad I can't believe it. I'm trying not to use the painkillers but weed isn't enough to make the pain stop. This is totally fucked.
Am I grateful to be alive? Yep. Sure am.
But I have never been so angry at another human being. BECAUSE IF HE HAD JUST THOUGHT BETTER OF GOING FOR A DRIVE WHEN HE WAS SHIT-FACED, NONE OF THIS WOULD HAVE HAPPENED.
But instead I'm in a cast, my neck throbbing, my vacation ruined. Because it was just easier to drive drunk than pay for a cab, or stay the fuck home. Rage. Pure rage. Rage that cannot be sated, rage fed by pain. God damn it.