me: hey dad, whats up?
dad: just work, whats up with you?
me: i hit a guardrail.
dad: what?!
me: i hit a guardrail.
dad: well what the hell were you doin?
me: driving, then sliding, then stopping along side of a guardrail.
dad: god dammit.
me: my thoughts exactly.
dad: well where are you?
me: Rt 17
dad: where the hell is that?
me: 30 or so min out of burlington.
dad: what were you doin out there?
me: going for a ride.
dad: sure went for a ride, huh?
me: yup.
then it just went on as what to do with the car, call the police or not.... Called my mother, she wasnt too pleased. They were at first like, shit happens, i understand. but today when i talked to my mom, she was all pissed about the cost, which is totally understandable. I know this is a big deal, i know that shit is gonna go down... i dont have the money, neither do my rents... they are scared to call insurance company..for fear of being dropped or having stupid high rates (understandable as well). Its one huge ass headache.