....What a night. And no, not in a good way. Not at all.

I went up to Erik's place for the evening, for dinner and what not. In the process of cooking, more butter is needed, and I go to the store to get some. Pulling out of the lot, making a left accross Buford Hwy, a red SUV plows into my left rear quarter pannel. There wasnt time to think, wasnt time to do more than try to accelerate out of her way, wasnt time to do anything. And then it was over, and I was turned sideways of where I had been in the intersection.

My rear left wheel is bent, my left suspention fork is bent, and my left quarter pannel is bent in onto the tire. How badly bent, and how much is fixable and or replacable, will be seen in the morning. What does not remain to be seen is that I was at fault, was ticketed, and now have to face the inevitable months of torment because of it.

Erik and his mother wanted me to stay at their place tonight, my father came and picked me up, taking me home. I feel as though I've disapointed all of them, tonight. But I wasn't sure I could make that choise to leave my home tonight, yet now I seem to have doomed myself to a shame I cannot find a way out of.