I was going to go kick some arse at a tourny in Dallas today.  I was going 
to defend my undefeated title.  That's right, undefeated.  There were some 
good people there, and I almost lost, but I was undefeated.  Me and a few 
friends(4 of us total) piled into a car, and we were off to the tourny.  We 
came up to an intersection before the ramp onto the interstate.  It was red, 
so we stopped.  Then the light turned green, and we started to go.  Then the 
worst possible thing happened.  Well, almost the worst.
   We were in the middle of the intersection when I saw a slow motion movie. 
  Some mexican lady tried to beat the red light and was going I guess 45-50 
mph.  She didn't even get to the intersection before the light turned red.  
She hit the brakes about 10 ft. short of the intersection, and started to 
swerve the car.  The driver, named David(a friend of mine) didn't see her 
until it was too late.  She rammed right smack dab into the left side of the 
car, the side that I was on.  She hit us going so fast she knocked us into 
the oncoming traffic lane.  David had to drive in reverse just to get out of 
the lane.
   Everyone got out, and was generally ok.  I didn't feel good, and neither 
did David.  I have come to the conclusion, since both mine and the drivers 
name was both David, that someone was aming for a "David", didn't decide 
which one to get, and tried to take us both out.  IT'S A CONSPIRACY MAN!!!  
Anyways, the car was realy banged up.  David was sent to the hospital.  I 
was in some pain, but I didn't want to go.  I thought I could walk it off.  
You see, when we go hit, the car slammed inward, nailed David in the ribs, 
pinned my leg between the seat and the door, and my head busted the window.  
That's right, I take claim on it.  My head jerked to the side and hit the 
window hard.  The window then busted.  Some say it was the other car 
breaking it, but I give all fault on the window to myself.  Besides, that 
lets me be able to say, "I broke a car window with my head."  Because of 
some lady wanting to beat out a light, we missed the tourny.  David craked 2 
ribs.  As I am writing this, which is about 5 hours after the accident, my 
left leg still hurts just about as much as when the accident happend.  My 
head is in pain for breaking the window, and I have some scratches here and 
there.  Tanner, another friend, banged his shin and came away with a few 
scratches, and Josh, the lucky one, only spilled a pepsi on himself, which 
is still laying in the intersection when I passed by and hour ago.
   BUT THAT'S NOT ALL!!!  David's mom came to pick us up, and took me to my 
truck.  We then started to follow her to the hospital to check with David.  
About a block away from the hospital, a cop pulls me over, and give me a 
Tanner both a ticket.  You see, he went out of his way to pull us over 
because we didn't have our seatbelts on!  Ain't that irony.  You think we 
would learn from what happened earlier, but we were just kinda in shock.  
Not only that, but he could be going after some druggie or speeder or 
robber, but he had to pull ME over.  He didn't give a rat's arse that I was 
in an accident less than an hour ago.  He then promptly left, and I think he 
went to the donut shop because he fulfilled his quota.
   Today just hasn't been my lucky day.  And I still have half of it to go.  
Moral: Never try to beat a red light, and put your seatbelt on, so that some 
fat, donut eating cop doesn't pull you over to finish off his quota.


This is Chipmunk, from The Guild, signing off.

Chipmunk_G@hotmail.com


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