Another Case of Carma?
Now that I'm the victim of a hit and run, a few of my friends have asked if I think it's payback in the form of car karma (or in this case: "car-ma"). My answer? Yeah - that might have something to do with it.
Hit and Run

This is what I saw today as I was heading out to band practice. Apparently, someone crashed into my car last night and drove off. You can see they lost a headlight in the accident, and there's some blue paint on my bumper.
But here's the thing - I'm not even really all that mad. Remember how pissed off I was when someone broke into my old Subaru? That felt like a personal attack. This is completely different.
I assume the driver was drunk. I guess it's possible they simply lost control, but it wasn't snowing or raining. Also - I assume they aren't wealthy. The headlight that was left behind looks like it's from a real piece of shit. And my girl and I don't exactly live in the ritziest neighborhood. My car was parked outside our apartment. Here's our block:

So if this was a drunk driver, they probably felt like they couldn't deal with the cops. And if they don't have money (maybe they don't even have insurance), perhaps they couldn't afford to pay for the damage to my car.
That's rational JJ talking. The other side of the coin is this: I've got to pay at least $500 for the repairs (I'm assuming insurance pays for the rest), my insurance rates will likely go up, I've been sitting here waiting three hours for the cops to show up so I can file a police report, I missed band practice, I'll be without a car for at least a week, I'll have to deal with the hassle of getting the car to the shop and picking it up, and the value of my car just plummeted because now it's been in an accident.
Ahh fuck 'em. Whoever did this deserves a blanket party. Who wants to help?
Cat Scratch Fever
Here's a story from JJ's ancient past.
You know that shitty Ted Nugent Song Cat Scratch Fever? Yeah, I had that shit.
And by "shit", I mean shit.
I was maybe 13 or 14. My cat scratched me and I got this disgusting infection. My lymph modes swelled up and I started puking. It was like I had two rock hard golf balls inserted into my neck.
The doctor told me that when a cat takes a shit and buries those turds in the litter box, the little fucker collects shit molecules on it's claws. Then when it scratches you, the shit gets in your blood. Hence, cat scratch fever. I had cat shit running through my veins. Wango tango!
I Used to Have Long Hair and Now I Have Short Hair

(Last week)

(This week)
Yeah I got my hairs cut - all one hundred forty thousand of them.
Also, I should mention that I do not wear blue contact lenses. My eyes just happen to look bluer in sunlight than in the light of the flickering office fluorescents.
I’m a Stinkin’ Hippie
I'm just going to have to admit it - I'm a stinkin' hippie. Yeah yeah, I know, it's hip to hate jam bands. But I can't help it. The facts speak for themselves. Here's why I think I'm turning into a tree-hugging, patchouli-wearing, bong-ripping hippie:
- I say things like "dude", "right on", and "man".
- I don't eat meat.
- I wear vegetarian skate shoes.
- I am seriously considering buying a Prius.
- I'm letting my hair grow out.
- As much as I say I hate jam bands, I love it when my favorite bands jam.
- My band jams (sort of).
I'm sure there are more. I just don't feel like coming up with any.
Now that I'm thinking of it, there are probably a lot of things about me that keep me from being a complete hippie: Personal grooming is very important to me, I love watching football, I'm a total computer geek, and I'm way too much of a slacker to be an activist. I guess in reality, I'm more of a yuppie than a hippie.
