Hit By A Car

Approx. 9:00pm I rode my bike to 7-11 to pick up some Gatorade, choco. milk and powdered donuts (Sunday ritual), downed the Gatorade in the store, looked at myself in the pinball machine glass as I played and admired the way Fruit Punch always stains my lips to a gorgeous glowing cherry color....I'd make a sexy chick....I hopped on my bike and headed home. At the 7-11 exit driveway, I check both ways and start to cross. Across the street, there's this guy that just dropped his chick off at her APT. As I start to pedal, this maniac pulls a *screeching* fast Uturn without looking, I mean it took less than a second....hits me from the left.....while I'm on his hood, the motor keeps revving for like 2 seconds....that's how slow this fucker's reaction time is....he slams the brakes...I fly the fuck off and land hard on my left ankle, roll it badly, scrape fuck out of my right elbow.....bike, milk, and donuts are total losses. I crawl around moaning, my right leg throbbing, and this guy....this fucking guy....he gets out and doesn't even say sorry or look worried...he just stands there without helping me, looking very annoyed and covering his ass...naturally I start cursing him out when I hobble to my feet....he's a very skinny black guy, obviously recently immigrated islander......he's just babbling nonsense to me really fast and I have to stop myself from pulling out the ESL/refugee disses....well I let one or two slip.....oh BTW the last recent black immigrant I met was a cabbie I smoked out last month and offered drinks to before I realized he drives for a living so don't even start, bitch......so this guy starts denying he even U-turned....the fucker....I tell him DONT WORRY YOU FUCK I'M NOT GOING TO SUE YOU, MY LEG'S NOT BROKEN, JUST SAY SORRY AND STOP BEING SUCH A DICK.....he becomes more incoherent, denying everything, I become angrier, and I'm this close to grabbing my keys in that special way that cuts their eyes out when you punch them.... But check this out, here comes this couple that saw the whole thing, shutting down this guy's whole story.....then, THEN, a cop pulls up, tells us he just got word from the 7-11 clerk who also saw the dick bust the blind U.....so that's him fucked.....the adrenaline wears off and I realize I can't stand on my leg anymore, I'm bleeding through my sock actually....the fucker throws his hands up like "OH HE TOOK A DIVE!"....the witness couple just glares at him.....The cop is so on my side despite the fucker's attempts to be calm and level-headed-seeming-he can't speak english....cop lets me sit in his car while the refugee dick sits stews and bugs the fuck out in his car, I'm so charming the cop and I start laughing it up about the olympics, weather, etc....he takes my statement, he picks up the fuckers statement and comes back, I scope it and make fun of the guy's horrible, lie-filled writing--"Him and his bike was not injured"....seriously--and I tell the cop, "Good luck trying to read that"....we chuckle together at this illiterate douchebag.... As the cop hands the fucker his violation ticket, I actually will myself out of the cop car to grab my nuts while only the fucker can see...then I do the "taunt wave" to his girl still standing in the doorway (you grin, put your hand up like taking the oath but wave using only your fingers, up and down...it's maddening). The cop and witnesses say I should go to the hospital--they're babying me--but I say nah and the cop takes me home.....the guy's an asshole but he doesn't deserve to go broke cuz of me and my leg, I'm not THAT mean....but check it, my leg still kills me and I have been advised to go to the hospital tomorrow just in case....if it's indeed busted, should I shake this guy down? I mean he looks pretty poor and the violation ticket alone seemed to ruin his life, but maybe he deserves it......anyways, g'night, more details tomorrow.