Out with a bang -- literally.

Lindsay and I were walking and got hit by a car at 10pm on New Years Eve. Before you go getting all worried and stuff like that, I just want to let you know that we're fine. We're both doing okay, just incredibly sore.

It was at 10pm on the 400th block of E. Hennepin Ave. Lins and I had a walk sign, so we walked. Next thing I knew, a shiny new Suburban SUV hit the gas pedal and turned -- right into us. I was square in the middle of the hood and Lindsay got clipped by the front corner of the car. I remember hearing a huge thud noise and next thing I knew, I was on flat on my back, after having landed on my ass and elbows. I looked over and Lindsay was sitting in the street, looking shocked. The SUV sped off down the street. I made sure Lins was okay and popped up and ran after it, yelling "that fucking guy just hit us!" and "somebody fucking stop that guy" and "somebody get his licence plate number!", you know, all fun and regular things to have to yell.

Cops, a Firetruck and an ambulance arrived shortly after (huge huge huge thanks to all the very kind people that put their New Years Eve partying on hold to help Lindsay off the street, act as witnesses and call 911. Great people to do that.) looked us over, got all the info we could give them and let us go.

One of the witnesses chased the SUV down and somehow got them to stop for a moment and yelled at the SUV driver that they "just hit people" and the driver was all "I didn't do nothing!" which is brilliant scheming and sad and it just breaks my heart to think that a human being could hit another human being with their automobile, accelerate through the hit and speed off as if everything is A OK. I still can't get my head around how someone could do that -- the only thing Lins and I can come up with is that the driver was drunk or had been drinking. So the people that chased the SUV actually got their plate number or the number in the window or something -- the car had dealer plates. I hope hope hope that they got all the numbers correct and that the cops can find whoever did this and arrest them and Lins and I will get to stand face to face with the nice person that did this and showed absolutely 0% of compassion.

Nothing would make me happier than to sue the ass off his pants. Lins and I missed work today, I'll miss work tomorrow. I'm extremely wary of actually crossing traffic on foot now. I'm really skiddish, for real. My pants split open at the point of impact, my coat got kind of fused to the ground or the hood of his car or something, so it looks like it got burnt in one spot. My camera, which I'm always carrying around with me, went flying and smashed to the ground. Amazingly, it's mostly okay, but I won't be able to do manual focus, cause the focus ring is proper fucked now.

So, yeah, all small things, in the grand scheme of things. Things could have ended up way worse. Something seriously bad could have happened to either Lins or I, and I'm so incredibly glad that it didn't. One of the witnesses said it sounded like a car crash -- a car hitting another car. Only it was an SUV hitting me. The deliciousness of the fun, eh?

Basically, I'm fine, for the most part (thank you, Mr. Vicodin)... I'm just sore as hell all over and one of my knees is banged up. Same with Lindsay. No structural flaws or ligament damage or anything on either of us, though. The doctor, the cops and the ambulance people all have said that Lins and I were very lucky that we just got scraped up a little bit and nothing more.

I couldn't agree more.

Glad to still be here. Glad, dammit. Love you all,
Eric