I was going on a 3-lane road. I was in the right lane before the accident happened. I changed to the middle lane. After my car completely merged to the middle lane, a car on the left lane smashes into me. Hitting my rear left door. Then we both pulled over and called the police. Once the officer arrived, the officer first approached the other person for information, and then asked me about the accident. After hearing my side, the officer told me he is getting a different story from the other person. I am not sure what the other person told to the officer, but obviously, the person was lying because the only damage done on my car was the rear left door. The rear left fender of my car is perfectly fine, so if I was the one at fault my rear left fender should have hit him, but as you will see from my car, the rear left fender has no damage at all. In addition to my innocence, damage to the other car was his front right bumper, clearly showing he hit my rear left door. From the looks of the damages on both cars, it indicates that I was going straight in the middle lane and the other person was switching from the left lane to the middle lane without caution.

this is the story i planned to tell to my insurance company. what will happen to a sitsuation like this? any of you guys work for a insurance company? what else can i do to help my case? thanks in advance for any help.

 

definately fight it in court because it is not your fault. After that personally i would smake the guy up side that head. do you jsut hate it when people lie. cause it make the situation so much more difficult.

 

i wanted to kill that guy. after he hit me he had the guts to yell at me and saying my driving sucks. but he had 3 other black guys in the car.....

 

with three black guys in the car you know you are screwed to do anything. we all hope for the best and that it is settled in your favor and the other guys insurance rates increase to the point where he can't affort to drive for the rest of his life.

 

Yeah, if only they was a corny pale IT geek white guy, Pakistani escapee from 7-11, and a 79 yr old lesbian transsexual dressed like a man impersonating a woman. Then scoobycoobydoo would have had a chance and really whupped up on that kid hitting himover the head with a box of scoobie snacks.

What ever...

- Janq one of the 34,658,190 American "Black" guys who represent a whopping 12.32% of the population as according to the Y2K US Census

 

Bonkers,

I got a doozie for ya!
And its a story about 'Black' too....

Many years ago when I was single (but dating Mrs. Janq) I used to live in Northampton, MA which is known worlwide as being the "Lesbian Capitol of the World", and I dare say its true. ut these aren't the kind of 'lip stick' lesbians you'll see on 'Girls Gone Wild 5' or in 'Fatal Attraction'. No these chicks are college students who for the most part are granola crunchy, Garrison Keiler groupie, Volvo DL or Subaru GL driving, wildebeast type chicks with hairy front sides and back sides. I'm talkin' Darryl Hannah in 'Quest for Fire' here. You know you've seen them cave chicks and thought; "Dang, I could see gettin funky with some of that chunky monkey". Well this place had and still has'em by the dozen roaming the streets in squads if you hit town at the right season.

Anyway, when bored but too stoned to drive I used to walk a few blocks from my apt. to a dance club place called 'Pearl Street' to hang out and get my grove on as there really is no other place in town to go on a Saturday night other than the 'Haymarket' which is a hippie hangout or sit on Main Street and talk to crazy peoples dogs.

So here I am, a _black_ guy from DC, crusin' the streets hangin' out with all manner of freaks and fubar'd people that are generally nice & friendly and who like to listen to Pat Methany and old Cypress Hill rap music while smoking hydro and thinking they're cool or progressive.
One night I end up meeting a group of above average looking (for the local economy) gals, or so I thought, at Pearl Street after having walked right through the front door of an on going 'De La Soul' concert having no ticket but just a bit of attitude and a lot of nerve, not to mention a door man who played himself to me and was easily chumped and folded without utterng to me a word.
After abit of light chat and some suggestive dancing they invite me over to their place to hang and have a beer or five. Thinking I'm gonna get some honest to God Cheerio's amongst a town of Fruit Loops I gladly accept the young ladies entreaty for a night cap and smoke.

Fast forward to an hour later and I'm drinking Jack Black with this one girl who's drinking with me shot for shot and were smoking hydro too. If you don't know what hydro is then you might want to dust off your own old Cypress Hill tapes and bone up on your 90's street lingo. Anyway, being the straight up Mack I was back in those days I started talkin' some shizznat and trying to help ol' girl out of her dungarees. Thats when <BAM!> the 'Black' she'd been drinking with two fists kicks in and in a fog of drunkeness decides to confide in me with her "secret".
Now I've been here before and usually its some story about spending the night at her best friends house and an older brother stops by in the middle of the night to leave a mint on her pillow or some such horrid stuff like that. But no, this girl began to weave a tale for me that to this day I'd never heard before nor again,.

As it turns out this 'chick' was a dude. Yep. Honest, a dude. Whats worst though, is she had originally been a gal!
right now you are probably making the face I made at that time....and now you most likely are smiling and struggling not to bust out laughing just as I was.

You see what happened was she had been born a girl with all the associated parts but had always had 'feelings' (her words) of being a guy and better associated with male stuff. Seriously. She evn had pictures in her purse stored in of all things a guys wallet of herself both as a guy and a girl from the past as well as current. Think of Lauren Bacall from that Mickey Rourke movie 'Wild at Heart' and you're close only she went with the full Paul Bunyan treatment when dressing as a guy. The whole unwashed slacker dude hack-sack player costume which was so popular back in those days of Nirvana, 'STP' and Pearl Jam.

Fast forward through 30 minutes of sob story about 'kids wouldn't play with me because I liked to play with GI-Joe's' and 'my dad made me wear a dress' type conversation and she reveals that now as an adult ('shim' looked to be in 'sher' late 20's) she decided to look into sexual reassignment. Yep, the reverse of what you typically hear about on Springer and Ricky Lake. She begins taking doctor prescribed steroids to bulk up and grows body hair while reducing down her estrogen, getting weekly injections of testosterone to further enhance the manliness factor which she says reduced her ***** big time and cuased her to gain weight (through muscle gain) and slimmed down her curves. Dude it was a fascinatingly freakish tale of biology and man made frankenfurter science.

I ran out of allowed posting space so read down for the conclusion...

- Janq

 

...The remiander of my 'Black' story;

Anyway, so she's in to the project by something like three years and the next step is to actually go in and shall we say cover the pool for winter then build up a diving board for use in the future.

Now to me from the outside and as she was dressed she looked like a tall competitve swimmer, tennis player or track & field star. Having come from a lifetimeof athletics an dhaving dated fitness and bodybuilder gals as well as worked as a personal trainer, I was used to seeing unusually thick gals who were a bit square in the shoulders & jaw. All the bits & pieces seemed to be in the right place and as I'm not a boob man it didn't shock me that she was a bit light on the coal up there though the caboose was packed & stacked. Hey, I'm Black...what more can I say?

Anyway so by now I've lost all track of time as I'd must have sat with this 'goy' who I now discover is a dude, sometimes, for nearly an hour more drinking and smoking yet never actually getting stoned as the conversation was that deep.
So shim goes on to shay () that now she's having second thoughts after all this time. See the thing is she actually liked being "girlie" and as such "kind of missed being a girl". So what does she decide to do? She doesn't get the surgery and go for the full monty. Instead she decides to stop taking the injections and pills and what not and begins dressing up as a girl again while she reasses her "life view". What ever that is.
But now she has to shave like a guy does and has male facial hair patterns that she was saving up bucks to have removed with electrolysis (!).
Worst thing is she says now that she's a "boy" and looked more 'androgenous' (think Brooke Shields) which she very much did after she mentioned all this crap to me, that guys hit on her more than ever before now when she goes out as a "girl in drag" than before when she actually was a 'real girl'. I know, your head is beginning to hurt...

So in the end I wound up going home totally sober and to say the least befuddled. I never saw that chick again even though Northampton is a very small town. But then again maybe I did. Who knows as she could be any guy or gal on the block at any given time. Shortly after that I decided to stop drinking (which I did a few months later), stop smoking sherm (which I never did again), I never went to 'Pearl Street' again, and I moved away from that freaky place back to where I belong, good ol' DC. That was almost nine years ago.

The moral of this story?
The only "Black" you really have to worry about in life is that brotha 'Jack Black'. As once he gets a hold of you and slaps those beer goggles on ya in low light conditions, darn near anything could happen.

- Janq

"The Freaks come out at night. The Freaks come out at night..." - Whodini, 'The Freaks Come Out at Night'

 

thanks for the supports guys. i found a witness working at jiffy lube right next where the accident took place. now the liar is gonna pay.