um. yeah. that was me.
i was on my way to the 2/3 yesterday morning and as i was crossing st. john’s at washington – with a walk signal – mr. jackass turned left onto st. john’s and more or less side-swiped me. we looked right at each other and then my forehead smacked into the side of his car. he drove off shortly after blood started squirting out of my head and i fell to the ground. a witness told me that the guy was talking on his cellphone.
17 stitches in my head / bruised ribs / imprint of my keys in my left thigh.
f*cking a**hole.
