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February 9th, 2001 is a day I will never forget. I was driving down N.w. 10th Street headed towards Bricktown to play some pool, when crossing through the GREEN LIGHT on the tulsa st. intersection, some bastard in a truck slam's into my pretty, red : 1993 Jeep Cherokee. I love my jeep. It's fun. It was in good shape, but now, it's dead. I'm still waiting for the insurance company to decide what they want to do. Good thing he has good insurance, but bad thing he was a bad driver. The funny thing is, my little Jeep most definitally totaled his big truck. His entire front end was destroyed. But only half of my front in and left front side are destroyed (and hopefully totalled).
I know, it's sad. I'm begging that it's totalled because there's a VERY nice craneberry 1990 Ford Mustang GT 5.0 Hatchback with grey cloth interior for sale, and I can get it if they total it, instantly. But if they decide it's not totalled, they'll fix it, and then I'll have to take the time to sell it, and then go and buy this beautiful stang. This stang would be the finest in my collection of everything I own. I NEED THIS MUSTANG. It's bad enough I'm currently without a mustang and I have a mustang site. So if they just want to fix it, I'll sell it to the highest bidder on Ebay i guess or try to sell it in the paper. LIFE SUCKS!!!
Anyways, if you live in houstin, which i don't, then you can check it out at Performance Mustangs, and tell them some guy in Oklahoma City wants to buy it and he WILL. I WILL ::tears:: i will ::tears::