Yep driving along yesterday on 65 picking up Brod, I allowed this semi-truck over in front of me. It was like a coal truck, but I think the bed was full of garbage or was full of garbage or something. Well, a stick came out of its half open door and came at me like what you see in the movies with people throwing an ax (or axe if you perfer).
I thought, "Yep I am fucking dead.". I couldnt brake because I would have gotten rear ended. I couldnt swerve either way because I would have gotten side swiped. So, I took the stick and prayed. I hit my grill and hood, bounced up and hit my roof and obviously cracked the guy behind me because he started to slow down and was not all on my ass anymore. I called Brod back and told him to take down the tag # of the truck.
I called the police in J-town, they told me to call Louisville/Metro. I called when I got to the Wal-Mart because they said it was the closest place to the station there. I waited almost 2 FUCKING HOURS and the cop that did show up told me he couldnt help me. He gave me the contact info of the tag of the truck though. So, that is a start. Insurance is going to help me get shit taken care of.
I will keep you updated if I get my shit fixed or not.
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