Car

Courtesy of a woman who can’t drive, I now have no car, after she rear-ended me, not lightly, but with a mighty force, after somehow confusing my brake-lights with a cucumber sandwich and failing to use her own. Brakes that is. Yes. She simply did not brake.
My chassis is bent, it’s and old car.
Write off.
There goes my freedom until I get another one.

Don’t mention public transport. With a car, my travel time to work is 40 minutes at worst in traffic, otherwise 20 minutes on a good run. Public transport will be an hour and a half each way, and that’s when everything is running well.

Fuck.