wreckin' shop correctly in 96 biatch. dj tek is back with the dope shit
again fo yo ass potna. nebula just helped stalker and i publish a cd that
includes some of our tunes. this is an audio only disc. contact me at the
address in the sample list or stalker at stalker@primenet.com for more
info. you could contact nebula but i forgot their address or web page. i
must say the last week or so has been extremely odd for me. my ex girlie
is acting all lovie duvie again and like she wants to get it back
together. i thought about this while also thinking about wrecking a car
doing 121 down the squaw peak freeway. i was contemplating how fast i'd
have to be going to even dent my '79 cadillac:
deville sedan
plush interior
soft top
baby blue
gets 7.25 mpg with the air off
seats 12 hos and a pimp comfortably
and i came to the conclusion that it would have to be as fast as i was
going the night i crashed an '86 nissan maxima at 3 am. when i crashed i
was only doing like 90, but the whole rest of the night i had been
following stalker. he was leading the way to a club to go see cubanate in
his '90 (or something) toyota tercel with like 6 people in it. this fucker
was gaining ground on me. i was topping out at around 121 and he was still
accelerating. he was doing 130 easy. in a 4 cylinder car with 6 people in
it. me in my v6 maxima with 3 total people was losing to this guy. so i
was on my way home alone from the club (going about 90 all the way,
residential and everywhere else) and i pulled up at a stop light
(suprised?:). this guy in probably an 84 or so mustang pulls up along side
of me and begins to rev his engine. i rev mine. green. side story:
after the homecoming dance in '94, me and 5 other people are cruzin' about
in a 93 acura legend. some dick at a light in an '89 mustang revs us. our
driver, speed demon that he was, accepts. when the light hits green, we
take off like mad. for a second off the line, he had us. then, the 6 of us
in this acura whoop one guy in a mustang. took his ass out cold.
so naturally i thought one guy in a nissan could cream one guy in a
mustang. boom, off the line, i had him, but after a moment, he wastes me.
stupefied, i continue doing 90 along a banked turn after this guy is about
a mile in front of me. as i'm coming off the turn, i felt my rear wheels
sliding out to the right. i freaked (i had just gotten my license and
didn't know how to handle fishtailing) and yanked the wheel too hard to
the right to try and save it. i overcorrected and spun the car in a 180.
thankfully it was 3am and nobody else was even out on the road. i mashed
into a curb. just a six inch high curb. no trees, no fire hydrants,
nothing. just a six inch curb. see if the damage list suprises you as much
as it suprised me:
bent frame
rear left wheel bent in at a 45 degree angle
front grille gone
fender ripped off
left headlight shredded
assorted fluids leaking rapidly from under the engine
the really odd part is that i had no idea how extensive the damage was
until i got out of the car to look. i drove almost a mile to a payphone
thinking all i did was scratch the finish a bit. the car drove just like
it did before i crashed. it ended up being sold for scrap because the cost
of repair was greater than the value of the car.
and so that, coupled with trying to figure out what sadiee is up to, gave
rise to this song. strange shit. drive safe, kids.
