This past Sunday, I was at my parents house. They decided to take the motorcycle down the street to Lowes. I get a call 15 minutes later. My father says they were just in an accident and to get there quickly.
Yeah, my heart dropped. Motorcycle with no helmets and my mom is a small fagile lil oriental lady.
It wasnt a good site. Some idiot, slammed his brakes on in front of my parents and caused my father to try and correct and brake but nothing...then the fucker sped off.
She had surgery that night, my father was release later that night for road rash and just bruising. My mom, broke her arm at the elbow and a whole the side of a computer mouse on her arm to the bone. The fibula and tibia were both broken just above her ankle, nearly a compound fracture because of some stupid amatuer first responder lifted her leg without supporting her ankle. Stupid fuck, yeah I said a few things to him after the ambulance left.
I have been in the hospital with my mom since Sunday. She comes home tomorrow. All week, barely 2 hours of sleep a night and working as well....Im not too happy with people. Food? What? Once this week and finally lunch today. Add that to my going to qualify with my handgun, btw, I pulled the highest score out of the whole company, my first time out no practice because we ran out of ammo because some mouth run off thought he was Mr. Badass, had to try 3 times and used all the ammo for practice. Whatever fuck him. I did ok this week. I am exhausted though and I am happy my mother is ok and nothing internal wrong with either of my parents.
But...
Woe is he who caused the accident, and Im dead serious. He better not be found by the police or other witnesses. He will spend time in the hospital. Lots of it.
Raz
