Just got a call informing me that my father is in the ICU thanks to some dimwit who backed her car over him as he was walking past.
He's now caught up with me in terms of injuries, except that he's more than twice my age and received them all at once.
I don't know what's worse: being 3,000 miles away while my father's in the intensive care unit, or being 3,000 miles away from the driver whose head I desperately want to f*cking twist off her neck, right now.
He's now caught up with me in terms of injuries, except that he's more than twice my age and received them all at once.
I don't know what's worse: being 3,000 miles away while my father's in the intensive care unit, or being 3,000 miles away from the driver whose head I desperately want to f*cking twist off her neck, right now.