Gary (the name of my ‘04 Honda Civic…don’t ask) got injured last night. At 11:30 PM I backed out of my friend Tracy’s parking garage and swung it out, turning, while I reversed. Unfortunately I failed to register the fact that there was a 12-inch diameter concrete pole adjacent to my back left wheel. So, swinging out like a smug ass, I crunched my left front fender right into that ugly yellow pole. Goddamnit. I don’t get in accidents, in fact, I haven’t had one ever until now, practically. (I say practically because ghetto Mexican hit-and-runs don’t count as my fault.)
In other news, Happy 12th Birthday to my little sister Annika! As Pooh would say, “many happy returns of the day.” Whatever that means. I’m pretty sure it means, “give me more honey, ass.”
