funerals dont count. i was driving with my bf down one of the main roads at his hous when we saw all these cop cars. an officer was directing traffic and we came to a stop. when we turned, we saw what the fuss was about. i saw some shoes and a sheet and i said something like 'homeboy straight up fuckin dead'
there was a fatty crowd, and as that area is generally mexican (ugh) it was mainly mexicans. didnt bother me, curiosity... whatever. but it surprised me how many had their little kids looking. i was pretty vocal abou that, actually. but people in that area tend to not speak much english, so it dint matter.
there was the car in the middle of the road, which is i think either 30-40mph road. no brake marks, so nothingtoo big of a stop. there was a bike, so basically the person was trying to cross with the bike, hwere there is no crosswalk, btw. and got swiped. not much damage to the car, a bit to the passenger side of the windshield as well as the front bumper, im assuming where the bike got tangled up. the bike wwas only damaged on the back tire
so i think. how is it that in 20 years of my life i somehow avoid this shit? then i realize - its this man (boyfriend). fuckin awesome. i wanted to stick around to see the coroner do their work but i didnt have sunscreen on and i got nervous. boyfriend was pissing me off cuz he started getting all philosophical with death.
found an article on it, but there really was not much information except htat it was actually about a 40 year old woman.
http://www.signonsandiego.com/news/m...1m11crash.html
The guy driving the car was sitting on the curve, obviously really stressed out. smoking a bunch, with his head in his hands and an officer standing by, wtaching him i guess. i doubt any charges will be pressed upon him, but still.... he has to live with the fact that he killed someone. not delibreately, of course.. but yeh, if i was him i would straight up sell that car.... :/
and then on the way back to his house at like 2am i passed by a fatty truck with graffit all over it. i stopped, backed up with my bf going 'wtf'. it looked like a postal truck, none of the writing on it. all this junk in the front seat (those things have no doors) like an umbrella, and some clothes. i seriously thought id see a body in there. anyway, someone had sprayed "Fuck all the haters. something something osmething REAL GANGTAZ. From Nelli" LOL.