Life Updated

Four inches of snow fell last night.

Today was my day off.

Wednesday, Thursday, and Friday are days I have off.

Eastside Dog rescheduled their workers. I now work a mere three days each week. Sucks.

I chose to drive to my parents' despite the snow.

My car slid backwards down a hill.

Later, I lost control and coasted into a curb, preventing a collision with oncoming traffic.

After 45 minutes, I made it to my parents' place. Alive.

Kyle, his friend Evan, and I sled-boarded. I got it all on videotape.

I drove back home. Despite the snow.

I made it up a really steep hill without losing control.

I saw that car in front of me.

I pumped the breaks.

They didn't work.

My car turned sideways.

I drove slid on pure ice.

Crashed.

I stepped out of my car and fell. The ice.

Standing up, I said, "Are you alright, sir?"

He didn't speak English.

His car was dent/scratch/scrape-less. My back passenger door now turns inward.

"Ees OK," the man said and drove away.

Cars behind me started to honk.

I drove 50 more feet and reached my apartment complex's parking lot.

Truth be told, I'm having a fat day.

Glad to be alive still.

Drive through snow? Never again.