oh. fucking. RAPTURE.

alright, right now I am in a state. What emotion this state hails in, is yet to be determined. But, let me degress as to WHY I'm in such a state. Short version.

Did double workload at work tonight.
Drove home sore, wear seatbelt.
Deer appeared out of nowhere in road.
Car hits deer dead on.
Airbag deploys, I cannot see for a few moments.
Airbag deflates, smells like god lit a fart.
I see hood crunched up and hear hissing.
I pull over, park, jump out of car coughing, gagging, run for nearest house.
I am alright, face feels numb but am told no broken nose, no bleeding, just cracked lips.
People there nice. They call police and help me track down deer.
Deer is dead, is BIG bitch doe.
I get claim car kill when cops arrive.
Cops arrive, fill out report, let me use cell phone, also they call tow truck.
Try to make phone call home, got pinky on phone.
Told pinky "I hit and killed big muthafuckin' doe, I get to keep it, come with car."
He comes with WRONG CAR no top rack, no rope to tie down, cop nice enough to let him drive back, by now cop has all accident info.
Am thankful I am insured.
Radiator is fucking DEAD.
Cop lets me wait in car to stay warm.
Bro comes back with station wagon (martin has fucked up engine horribly), station wagon stalls, gets revived.
Takes me, pinky and the nice officer to put deer onto car roof.
Pinky drives home.
50 minutes after call for tow truck goes out, it arrives. We get a better look at my car.
Radiator, right headlight, right rear tire, right DOOR. all fucked up to hell.
Get car dropped off at local autoplace.
Get dropped off at home, find someone nice enough to have cleaned deer for me. Thank them profusely by god.
Find pinky and martin have been having mini party. Am mildly pissed.
Clean off knife used to gut deer.
Now sitting at computer.



Brain went buh-by when I hit the deer.