My Saturn Is Tougher Than Uranus
10.31.06 (8:25 pm) [edit]I just hit ANOTHER fucking deer. Coming home from hanging out with Katie for Halloween, a few miles from home on SR42.
There's not a lot of damage, even less than last time. It seems perfectly driveable. Cracked quarter-panel on the front driver's side, one of my new windshield wipers is loose. That's all I see so far other than a very slight bend in the corner of the hood.
Fucking Christ. I hate this part of the country sometimes. But what are the fucking odds? Not just of hitting two in a few months, but of being so damn lucky to not have more damage?
It's too weird to even be pissed. I'm just baffled.
Love,
Dougie The Bambi Slayer
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Some folk have it worse than me tonight.
I just found out that my cousin A - who is about a month older than Katie and they're crazy about each other - is in the hospital tonight after an asthma attack. Poor little guy's had problems for a while, but this is as serious as it's got. I saw his dad at the gig Saturday - my uncle has a friend across the street from where we were playing and he hung out for a couple hours that night.
I'm fighting off ingrained tendencies to think of tonight's deer accident as anything other than the stupid case of bad luck it is. (Albeit with the good luck of having a driveable vehicle anyway.) I've been trained to think that Somebody Out There Is Watching. I've finally kicked enough of that shit out of my system to be able to deal with things better, but it's still a nagging little fucker in my head that I wish would go away. It doesn't help when I talk to my family and they start into their Jesus shit. Do you think that if angels were involved that they'd use their Powers to MAKE THE DEER NOT HIT THE FUCKING CAR? There are no angels, there is no god, there is only THIS SHIT IN FRONT OF YOUR FACE. Start there and work towards your invisible fairy tale, don't start at the damn story.
I just made a damn good curry.