Turns out I had another debt with them. One that was for a hell of a lot more money. SHIT! They got me. I'm now paid off on one, and the other one is going to choke me for a fucking year. BUT, it will be paid off. I'm whittling down my debt.
So... I guess I have to put off buying that netbook for a bit. Anyhow, last Thursday after work I came home, and did my usual thing, got ready for class: and just a little while before I was to leave for class, I got a call on my cell saying "This is your WAAY weather-call. A tornado was spotted in your area. TAKE COVER IMMEDIATELY."
So... I started to unplug my computer's surge protector but then something very big hit the house and I ran for the bathtub. However, the idea of laying in the bath tub for a half hour waiting for the storm to pass was not appealing so I ran back for my sandwich and soda. And brought them to the tub with me.
Don't ask me why. By the time I had jumped back into the tub things were slapping my house and car pretty hard. I called my sister from the tub, my sandwich in one hand, phone in the other, soda on the floor outside the tub... my head pressed down to the ceramic floor of the tub.
My poor sister was working but managed to get a tv on and told me the storm had passed and was headed up Monte Sano.
So eventually I emerged from the tub with my cell phone & sandwich. I walked out into the yard and looked around ... you couldn't see very far: trees down everywhere, debris, parts of houses.
Bricks, sheet metal, wood, trees, torn up mattresses. Pillows, trash from recycling bins, you name it. I saw a transformer spark. As I looked more closely there were wires down : one wrapped around my truck (the tornado didn't last long. But long enough for the wires to get wrapped around things in crazy ways. )
Had I been out in my yard, I could have been electrocuted or decapitated (my neighbor's plate glass patio table top was laying in pieces, some of them very sharp)... or I could have been crushed by my landlord's carport. So I'm glad I was in my tub where I was supposed to be, not looking up at the funnel like my neighbor said he was right before he nearly died of fright and ran inside the house.
I lit some candles and began packing clothes to abscond then realized that, as a sober person, I might want to go out and assess the damage and see if anyone needed help. I was out in the yard with neighbors when my brother pulled up (in my red car)... yelling my name. The cops wouldn't let him pull any closer than the street corner) and I walked over to him.
He walked around with me, having a gawk, then he looked at the truck. He was upset by the fact that I had thrown away part of the hatch that had broken, and he began duct taping the hatch where the window had just blown out in the storm.
I wanted to get the hell out of there so I asked him what he thought he was doing. He got mad at me for wanting him to hurry up and he stormed off, mad at that and mad at me for throwing away the badly broken parts of the truck hatch.
And I did not hear from him, haven't heard from him. It was the first time a tornado had hit my abode, with me in it. And there was tons to do, and lots of emotions running high, and I needed someone to talk to. It was so not going to be him. He fled the scene when I needed him the most, and I do not want to talk to him right now.
If he says one word about the truck I'm going to drive it to his house and park it in his yard and leave it there after making some nice ruts in the perfect grass of his lawn.
Fucker.
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