PlasmaSplasm

This post was originally written on April 24, 2009.

My bumper is broken!

This has got to stop! It really, really must just fucking stop. Who can I write a letter to? God? Mayor Villaraigosa? Honda? Should I ask them to make cars that people like to fuck up less?

Last night marks Incident Number 4 in under a year. I was only actually in the car for Incident Number 1, an accident where a clever man decided that, since he couldn’t actually see around the traffic, it was probably safe to make a left turn. For all other incidents, I was nowhere near my car. Incident Number 2, I was asleep in my bed. Incident Number 3, I was visiting mom. Incident Number 4, playing Oblivion.

I can find no common denominator here except my car. It always happened in a different place, during a different time of day, by a different type of person (family, neighbor, criminal). So, the only conclusion I can come up with is that it just must be my car.