At Least I Didn't Get Jail Time....

Well, that seems to be the consensus of everyone thus far.... BUT.... 

They seem to forget that I'm a Postie... 

And I need my license... 

To deliver the mail....

I'm screwed....

But first, a bit of background story, in a nutshell, for those not clued in....

In October, 2017, I was driving to work. Along a road I've travelled along four times a day for the last six years. On this particular morning, I was just cruising to work. Not running late by any means.  Glad that the torrential rain of the last three days was over and that only light drizzle was falling. 

Def Lep on the stereo. 

Life was good.... 

Until...

I felt my car slip to the left (surprising, as I was driving a front wheel drive car), so I steered into to slide... over-corrected.... realised well fuck.... this ain't good.... and when I accepted my car was out of control and I was heading for a BIG crash, I did what a lot of people would do....

I closed my eyes.... held on.... 

And waited for the inevitable!

When I opened them again, after my head had hit the door pillar when I hit the tree..... my car was nose deep in a creek.

UNFORTUNATELY.... a jogger had gotten in between me and my resting spot.

And you can guess the rest. (He survived btw) 

So yeah... I was lucky I didn't get jail time. But instead of the six months loss of license thing, I was kinda hoping more for mass fines and community service. 

Oh yeah, I got 200 hours of that as well.

Now don't get me wrong.... I got off DAMNED fuckin lucky. Sure, my car was totalled, I have nightmares of the event most every night (his big brown eyes will haunt me forever).... and I pushed my girlfriend away so much that I lost her....  But....

All I received, physically, was four staples in my head.... mentally.... well that's a whole different box of Chihuahuas.

OK motherfuckers - before you judge me, try sitting in knee deep mud, holding the hand of the person you just hit, looking in his eyes and seeing the pain and fear and.... agony that you, by a freak of a pure accident.... put him into. 

No reason....

No drugs....

No alcohol....

No mobile phone in my hand....

Just....

It was a freak accident.... I was just driving to work.

Brandy.... my transport for the next six months.

R.I.P Roxy