This is the aftermath of my weekend. No, I was not drunk. I was merely driving home on US301 in Florida when I struck a deer. This was around 2:30 am Sunday morning. Needless to say, I am an enthusiastic endorser of AAA. The deer is dead. I saw the carcass lying in the median as I drove by in my rental car today.
Shit happens. There is no deeper meaning in this incident than that. I like to think that there was something I could have done to prevent this shit from happening, but the only thing I could have done was choose not to drive at night. I have had so many close calls with obstacles of the human variety that encountering nature on the highway is not that big of a deal considering all the times I should be dead because of drunk drivers and street racers on the road.
I will get another vehicle and life will go on. I'm not hurt, so you don't need to pretend that you care by asking. And don't do that upside thinking where you tell me it could be worse. That is dumb. That's like telling someone who got raped that it could have been a gang rape. My car is fucked. I don't consider myself lucky that the deer didn't come through the windshield and fuck me up as well.
I am trying mightily to keep up my blogging routine, but time is really tight these days and will remain so until the end of May. I will do what I can. I'm now going car shopping.
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