September 7th 2008...

...was the day a harmless fender bender (101 fwy/Woodman Ave. intersection) became a few thousand dollars and a couple hundred hours of public servitude. Last night, while riding my bike to Universal City Station, my progress was inturrupted by yet another fender bender, by yet another careless woman driver not paying attention and once again I was hit at the very same intersection.

No need to worry, I've had worse bruises and scrapes (as a rad bmx'r when helmets weren't invented yet and Christian Slater was Gleaming the Cube), however I was a little freaked that the woman might call an ambulance or the cops and I'd be arrested. I made my way to the Red Line and played some pool with some friends. Yay! I have a feeling God is telling me something. Perhaps I wasn't meant to live in Sherman Oaks, perhaps I wasn't meant to be around that intersection. I think I'll move.

Oh...and Good Friday wasn't so good last year either.  

Happy Easter everyone. 
I have a "He is risen" party to attend. 

Ciao.