I Hate Lucy

I can't even call her Lucille anymore. . .



A horrible way to start off the weekend is the best feeling in the world.

As I run this down, keep in mind this is completely my "bias". As everyone has their own version of the events that occurred, I am sure the officer and the individual in standing with me during this scene have their own as well. But, here it goes.

I woke up around 8:53 AM later than I usually do, and took a quick 10 minute shower. Cleaned up a little around my room after I got dressed, and bounced. Immediately noticed the drizzling rain as I walked out of the house and flipped my hood up. Approached Lucille, started her up, kissed the steering wheel in my ritualistic manner, and drove off toward class. I was listening to my audio CD of this book, and had just turned off to the exit into Granite City. Cool, right ? I'm about 10 minutes away from the university at this point, and it is about 9:45 AM. My class begins at 10:00 AM, so I am making good time.

I am driving down Route 162 all the way to the end, to the intersection of 162 and Route 157. There is a stop sign. There are two lanes facing 157, a left hand turn lane and a right hand turn lane. I was in the left hand turn lane preparing to turn left. Traffic on 157 does not stop at this 3-way intersection, so people turning onto 157 must be cautious.

About 50 yards down 157 to my left is a stop LIGHT. It had just turned green and the line of three cars was SLOWLY accelerating. I looked to the right and no cars were coming. Looked again to my left to gauge where those accelerating cars were, then looked to my right again. No cars were coming. So I turn my left and begin accelerating toward the stop light in which is still green at this point. At about 40-45 MPH (on this 55 MPH road) and about 30 yards from where I turned I hear a honk, a screech of tires; and a half second later I am fucking thrown around in my car. I gathered my composure, pulled over to the shoulder and got out of my car.

At this point the rain is still drizzling, I'm cussing, and the other driver (in a Ford pick-up truck is out of his car as well. We meet at the back end of my car, and I must say... I felt like SWV. My whole jawn caved the fuck in. So he asks me if I'm going to call or he is. He calls and a cop arrives maybe 5 minutes later. In this span of five minutes, he tries to make small talk. "Oh, you were on your way to classes, me too. -chuckle" or "I'm really sorry about this man, I hit the brakes too late. . ." . At this point, I'm pinching myself to make sure I'm not just dreaming all this bullshit in my overly exaggerated mind. This was not the case.

I get back into my car, call pops. Then the insurance company. As I am speaking with my handler, the cop (she) asks me for my license and my insurance card. I look out my sideview and see her ask him the same. She goes back to her car and disappears for 25 or so minutes. I'm still on the phone with my handler and have blazed through 5 or so newports at this time when the cop comes back.

I did not see her talk to him, and I know she didn't talk to me about what happened or my take on the situation present. But, she hands me my license, my insurance card, the accident report website??? card, and a gift. The gift was a citation for what she quaintly put as, "...failure to turn left at a stop sign." In my shock & awe, I forgot to ask her why I was being cited and not him. This is not good. No story of mine was taken into account from what I can tell, so it's looking likea huge fabrication. My court date is 12/10. And once again, I am dreading these wars I have to go through JUST to prove how I was in the right.

Long story short, niggas can't drive. I'm not talking about me either. With no cigarette lit during the time of the accident, no phone in my hand, not food in my lap... I was very conscious about what I was doing. How fast was he going ? Fast enough to put THAT amount of damage into the back of my car while I was pushing about 45 MPH. So, you decide for yourself but ask yourself these questions.

1. If I failed to yield at a stop sign, why is the damage only on the back end of my car and not on the passenger side at all ?
2. How could one be driving 45 MPH accelerating to 55 in a 55 MPH speed zone be at fault when the crush damage is THAT significant on my car. How fast was HE going ?
3. Why didn't the accident occur IN the intersection, and at a point where we could both turn onto the shoulder without difficulty ?

GUILTY UNTIL PROVEN INNOCENT ?

Doubtful. What sucks is now I can't even meet with my grandfather's nephew to politic about criminology today due to my car being caved in. And the thing is, I was OFF from my Law classes this week because the HUGE annual conference for Criminology is being held in STL all week/weekend. And HE is the highlight speaker! And he's related to me! Dude, fuck life.

No, I don't LOVE Lucy.