Just Peachy

As I was about to put my dear computer away for the night I hear a loud bang boom crash and screech of tires. Then, oh then, my car alarm blared.

Dear blog friends, tonight, right after my last post a drunk driver ran straight into my rear left tire (area), clearly he wasn't aiming.
I would just like to say that I parked my car very close to the curb, everything was fine, I did nothing wrong and I was not in the car (thank goodness) but it is incredibly damaged and while I seem fine on the outside I'm pretty upset.

It went a little like this: BANG! SCREEEEEEECH! (CAR ALARM SOUND)
Me: SHIT! Then ran to my window to peak out of my screen, didn't know if I wanted the person involved to see me, kinda thought someone ran the car into the house. See gray car and my alarm going off. Great, I think, it hit me.
Me: (F--K!) Do a momentary chicken with head cut off run to front door to look out peep hole, see if I can see person from other car, maybe do a circle then realize I have to wake up the man of this house. SHIT! Knock on their door, open door, "O, I'm sorry to wake you, someone just rammed the shit out of my car, can you please come outside with me."
Him: Oh shit, yeah. he rushes around for warm clothes
Me: walk circles around front door, hear someone saying "you can't leave, you just hit a car, you can't leave."
O walks up, I open door and rush outside. See across the street neighbors, still hear someone talking to the drunk driver telling him he can't go anywhere. I have O called police, across street neighbors already did. I am quite scared of drunk, not sure if he is violent or not, especially toward owner of car he smashed.

(I would just like to say this picture does the damage no justice, the car door won't open, the nice white line looking thing is actually the plastic completely broken...it messed up the trunk spacing and that tire is bent completely the wrong way.)

Look at car, mini freak out, almost brings tears to my dry dry eyes. Mentally somewhat hysterical but I've been taught to pull it together.
Drunk guy says he's not trying to get away, walks back towards his car, I back toward the house not sure if he's seen me or not. He gets his phone from the car then starts meandering the other way while talking on the phone. Police show up (I've written down license plate, as well as description of his clothes just in case), they catch him (he wasn't going fast being BLASTED out of his mind) then finally an officer comes to talk to me about what is going on.
Hour and a half later of calling insurance office, cleaning out car, having car towed, talking to police, having officer use bathroom, etc etc I am here in bed typing. I want to cry but I can't for some reason. I can't afford this right now.

I would say that nothing like this has ever happened to me and technically it hasn't... but I do seem to have bad luck with cars. I never get in an accident and I've never gotten a ticket (except for parking once at Fullerton) so I don't have that kind of bad luck but this is definitely the third time (third car) I've seen a tow truck take away.

(enter many explatives here)