My godmother managed to get a car not too long ago, and I was using it get a job in the city near by… it took forever for us to save up enough for it. A local neighborhood kid (21 years old)needed to go to the hospital, because he had a tooth that infected his whole head, and made his eye look really swollen. I was going to sit in the emergency room waiting for him… the kid was a adult legally, but wasn’t too smart.
Anyway- we couldn’t figure out where he lived, because his directions sucked, and after alot of asking around, narrowed the house down to one in the back alley next to a crack house. We found out from the crackwhore (her son has a actual fur jacket, first real pimp clothes, extravagent, I’ve seen in this part of the country) that he was at church… and went to church, and sure enough, he was down there in the basement.
We were taking him up the highway, up this steep hill, me in the back thinking blah blah, and suddenly we stopped… in the middle lane… which pissed me off, as that wasn’t a good place to stop. I said as much, and was informed we were out of gas, which was news to me… and looked back to see a green car almost smash into us… so I leaped out into the fast lane on the left of the car, and started pushing… and she had the break on… and was screaming ‘unleash the fucking brake’ and then she did, and the infected kid went to get out… and I told him get back in, as I didn’t want that stuff pumping through his veins anymore than it was… but then reality set in given the steepness of the hill, and said to help before we got hit. There was a guardrail on either side of the highway, and not enough room to part… which was horrible, because half the car stuck out.
I knew I didn’t have much time, and so told her to put the hazard lights on, and took off up the side of the hill to the grocery store (has a gas station as part of the store)- running with a bad knee up this really steep, very loose dirt embankment- in basic training I was the only one who didn’t have trouble navigating such terrain because I grew up running up and down cliffs of this stuff, and always looked like a drunken fremen doing it. The skills stuck with me, and got me up it fine… but deeply out of breath. I was there, but had to buy a gas can for this stupid car first… which cost 12 dollars, and then run over to buy gas… and had considerable problems with getting the stupid think to work… it was fucking around for 5 minutes and the intendents had to come out and reset it twice, as the machines were having a glitch… by time I got to the rear of the grocery store and near the cliff to jump down, I could hear the firetrucks and ambulances going, and half way down it say the wrecks… three wrecks AHEAD of the car, and couldn’t see us. The can fell out of the bag, and grabbed it, spilling gas all over me (most stayed in, just drops everywhere). I ran though the wrecks, all freaked out, and was looking to see if anyone died… and then saw the car in the distance… it looked okay… as I got closer, and passed the firetrucks, I saw the ambulance, and the firemen cracking open the drivers door. My godmother was moving her fingers… so I knew she wasn’t paralyzed… and also noticed the kid was missing… and door shut on his side (hard to imagine him getting in and out with the rail right there).
So… I ask where the kid went, and she said he took off… which really pissed me off given he’s infected, and dispite the gospel of global warming, was still very much winter in the south here, despite spring having officially arrived… so told the cops to keep a eye out.
We get to the hospital, and I see the kid already there, peeking out the corner… and was about to ask him how he got there, and said nevermind, just get checked in… and in doing so, had the electronic emergency room doors shut on me, and couldn’t get in… so was resigned to sitting in the emergency room. He sat down next to me after a bit, and told me he fled from the scene, because he couldn’t be seen by the cops, had a warrant against him… and I said for what, and he said 800 fine for obstructing justice… and was unemployed, and therefor couldn’t be caught… to which I pointed out that was fucking retarded, and would bring him to the mayors office to get the situation fixed on Monday… and he started to plead NO NO NO, I DON’T WANT TO GO TO JAIL… to which I said running from a scene of a accident, especially when you were NOT at fault, is really fucking bad because it made us look bad… and that you shouldn’t live you life running from the cops over something so small and stupid, your not the first in history to be broke and unemployed, and owning a fine. I’ve known guys who’ve gone on the run for 10 years hiding from such pointless and meaningless fines… he’s too young, and unemployed anyway, so keep himself down and out on such a basis, and that I knew most of the city workers, having been their paper boy as a child to the city building.
So… he’s finally agreed to go get his situation fixed. I saved up enough money for a new pair of shoes, but had to blow it on the gas, and paying for his fare to get to the hospital and back again today, so I’m going to be in a bad situation here soon on that end… but it’s too keep the kid from loosing his eye, so fuck feet.
Had that gas machine worked right… I would of gotten my ass killed… exactly where the drunk driver hit here (a hit and run, he hit us, and spiraled into traffic, and was the only one driving off into the next state 2 miles away) is where the gas opening is… I would of been killed.
I keep going over and over the situation in my head… outside of demanding prior to leaving to know how much gas she had in her tank, I can’t imagine how I could of made the situation better once I found out… I was immediately fucked the second it occured to me the circumstances, and got her out of the way to cause a even bigger crash… the curve in the highway was a tenth of a mile down the hill, and if people were going the speedlimit in the slow lane, they would of been able to respond. Only think I can think of doing differently… other than keep pushing for half a mile up hill- which would of still caused a accident, is telling her to get out and stand on the other side of the railing.
The economy here is one of the worst in the region, and it’s hard as fuck to find work… I had my old battery recharger in the trunk, but it was a new car for us, and didn’t have much in it to signal to slow the fuck down… I don’t own roadcones or anything in the garage, as all I owned in the pass when I stayed there was a scooter. None the less, had others followed the speedlimit, they wouldn’t of hit us.
The gas machine fucking up is the reason why I am alive. God must want my scourge of the Nietzscheans to continue, best I can figure.
No one died, kid might go to jail, but I’ll be there when it happens, and will get some people I know to call the mayor in advance of my arrival to smooth the deal for a exchange of a bunch of community service- we already have a place picked out for him if the mayor is willing given his knee issues, not to mention his inflated head.