My gorgeous beautiful Charger is no more. I had my dream car for two weeks and two days. I think we should declare a day of mourning for my loss.
I was headed to my class at the police station last night, when a 13 year old girl blasted through her red light. She is fine.
It was my first trip in an ambulance as a patient, seriously different from being the EMT on the run. I spent six hours in the emergency room. Missed my freaking class… it was simulation night too, damn it.
I made the morning news paper, and scared my family to death.
Let me tell you people, seat belt bruises hurt like the devil, but it did what it was supposed to and kept me in the car and off the pavement.
I don’t know what is going to happen with insurance, I haven’t even made a payment on the car yet. 22 inch custom rims, super dark tint… we called it the pimp wagon.
So, please, in honor of the beloved Pimp Wagon, let’s all have a moment of silence.
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