Bart's back

HEY HEY HEY

BLACK BART"S BACK!!!!

MY BABY IS BACK!!!

And the bill for repair is a whooping 4000 (ok actually it is more but honda gives discount)

but anyway insurance pays the rest. I just fork out 1000.

That will teach me never to tail gate...

sigh..

BArts back. World is back to peace.

Day Zero

With trembling trepidation, the temporary torpedoed tool travelled to the (ran out of words starting with T)doctors.

Bart went to hospital today. I think he misses me. All those rogues brushing him. Ripping out his innerds to study the pain. Doing transplants in dusty environments. Surrounded by victims in various conditions. Without antiseptics, i wonder if infections might set in.

Anyway, the assessor (herein called the Bloodsucker) will come only on monday or tuesday to decide how much to fork out. Insurance agents suck.

So the road to recovery is long. At least seven working days for the stitches to set in and be removed, to be sure that the transplanted organs do not get rejected by the parent.

Well i shall update frequently on this painful journey of recovery. Hopefully, Bart will be back to normal in a while...

sigh..

Distraught

I am distraught

I got accident.

Bart met with an accident

I drove. SLowly. The guy in front stopped. I din realise. Hit him

Maybe i do drive badly. My parents say i drive too fast, say i am not careful, say i am careless. Maybe i am really bad at judgement. Cannot see. Cannot for the life of me judge the distance infront of me. Struggle to come to terms with life. Attempting to see through the mist of time.

Battling inner demons. Have realised i have sinned much against a dear close friend. I am sorry. Should not have done what i done.

Struggling with guilt, burden, hatred, anger. Some people say i am stable. Like oceans with unseen currents i too have changes.

I wonder if i should continue this path. What path am i on? Am i on a path.

I am distraught.

I am sorry. I am not who i thought i was. I have so many failings why would you see any. Would you know? DO you know? Can you see. Can you feel? Rub below the surface and see the ugliness. Recoil back in disdain as you realise the rotten stench that permeates.

I am confused.

PAths come and go, lining my life, throwing choices into chaos. Order into pandamonium. Right into wrong, white into black. Dreams into nightmares. Hopes into catastrophe. Destiny into despair.

I am floating.

I run but do not stop. Seek but find others. Search but am stuck. In the desert i transverse sand dunes, cross rivers, spit out dust, cry out dirt. Parched lips cacked with grains of time bleed out in sores.

I am drowning.

I am distraught.