So, I've got another little story for you.

I was walking out of the bar tonight, and I had had 3-4 beers. Not very much booze, right? I was doing ~3mph down the sidewalk, keeping pace with two of my pedestrian friends, having a good conversation. Next thing I know, this cop is telling me that my helmet saved my life.

Apparently, a car (presumably a drunk driver, according to the policeman) peeled out of the parking lot and took me with him. Either his front tire or fender caught my front wheel and put me in the sidewalk with enough force to split the front of my helmet in half. Of course, he/she kept on going, and nobody got a plate. The best description was "a beige sedan."

You'll have to excuse my shoddy compositional skills, as I'm a whole lot of codeine deep.

This Mother ****er broke BOTH my upper AND lower jaw, broke my nose, and gave me an assload of stitches in my lips. My top and bottom teeth have been pushed back into my mouth. I'm going to have to go see a plastic surgeon because the oral surgeon doubts that he will be able to put my face back together. And do you want to know what pisses me off? This piece of **** that hit me is probably going to get away with it, because they DROVE OFF!!!

I don't think that there are words to express my rage right now. Not only did my pretty face get absolutely ****ing mangled, but I can't do **** to the person who did it.

This not only jeopardizes my charity ride in a month, but also my looks. I don't mean to sound vain, but everyone knows that looks play an important role in social interactions. If I have to walk around for the rest of my life with half of my teeth pointing down my throat, who knows what kind of adverse affect that will have.

I don't mean to sound petty right now, I'm just extremely upset, and I have no recourse. I don't even know why I'm writing this. Maybe I need to vent, maybe I want pity. I doubt it. I'm just so filled with hate right now, I had to share it with somebody, and you happened to be in my way. Thanks for listening.

Torrin