Pinback. These Arms Are Snakes. Majority Rule. New Order. Circle Takes the Square.

Aww yeah. Aww bitch. Listening to new CDs is like crawling into a warm bed on a cold New Orleans morning when the rain is bouncing off the slick, green magnolia leaves onto a sputtering window unit.

I'm waiting to hear from the collision center. They are going to tell me that the damage that a certain red Jeep Cherokee caused to my Volvo 940 is going to cost a certain amount of money to repair.

I'm waiting to hear from the insurance agency. They are going to tell me that the damage that a certain red Jeep Cherokee caused to my Volvo 940 is not going to be enough to consider the vehicle a "total loss." They will remind me that the $1000 deductible should be paid as soon as possible so that work can commence on my vehicle.

I'm waiting to hear from Lieutenant Gremillion of the 1st District NOPD. He is going to tell me that the red Jeep Cherokee that hit me from behind travelling at a velocity of about 45 mph is unlikely to be found. He will tell me that since the Jeep that "supposedly" hit me is MIA, and the passenger that was with me during the accident is MIA, then the accident can be considered my fault.

I know all of these things; their phone calls are unnecessary. What none of them know is that if I ever find the dickhole that hit-n-ran me Wednesday night, I am going to introduce him to a world of PAIN, Gustav Style!