My brother's gotta be feeling lower than s**t now.
Why do I say such a thing?
Yesterday, my brother got into an accident on 23rd St with my mother's car. And no, it most certainly ain't a fender-bender. My brother got t-boned by some old hag in a Cadillac. And this is one of them that was made out of steel, not aluminum. So yeah, the car went "CRUNCH" when it got hit.
They say a picture says a 1000 words, as this one will demonstrate.
That's the end result of what she did to it. As you can see, the side doors are ruined, the wheels are almost forming an "A", and one of the windows were blown out. The interior wasn't any better either. When I looked at the interior, there was still pieces of glass on the floor, the inside of the front door on the right side was pushed in, the glove box was broke, the back passenger door on the right was smushed, yeah, like I said, the car's a bona-fide mess.
And that's all I'm gonna say of this. I'm too irritated to continue.
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