Sometimes I feel like if some one is playing black magic on me and my family, sometimes I think is some bad Karma for doing wrong in past lives, and some times I think its just me creating problems in my own head, thinking shit and trying to find meaningless reasons to things. maybe is bad fortune I dunno. Yet I do think I'm haunted by something. And maybe just maybe I'm just full of hot air... gee

And TODAY'S EPISODE!

The COW...

I thank you for caring and taking the time to read my words and share your views. thank you..

So Friday Night my dad was driving back home from work in his 95 Dodge Caravan it was about a quarter to 11 when he saw two cars on each side of the highway. He though one broke down and the other one was helping them out, when he saw a black mass in front of the van and hit it. He hit a black cow at 70 Mph. He hit the cow on the passengers side the van skid on its wheels then flied over, he can't remember if it rolled or not, but the van skid upside down across the highway for some good 150 feet / 50 meters, the metal was hot the engine running and the stereo to full volume, he kicked his way out almost unharmed. and I thank God for that.

Turns out the others two cars had hit the cow's calf, and my dad nearly got killed by and angry Mother(fucking) cow. He did not get to take a picture of the thing but the Van was totaled.

I love my dad we all liked that Van. You know the feeling when you work hard on something and gives you pride? thats the case here. we were the second owners and being my dads first car he took a lot of pride in it and so did I. it started to rust and we painted it. we learned to fix it. and took very good care of it. I never saw another model of that same year in such a good shape. For a car almost 20 years old it seem to be no more that five, you know it wan not only our car. IT WAS "OUR CAR" that thing took us across the states with little trouble saw many places and enjoyed learning to drive it it.

I am actually glad my dad crashed in that van and not his other car. he bought an SUV over a month ago and that day it didn't start. do you know what happens to SUV's when the loose control? the roll. and they roll a lot. Had my dad hit the beast with the SUV, he would have rolled some good five to seven times and he'd probably be no longer in my life now.

Life is good. and God is great