Police reports.

Did I tell you that the boy crashed my car in April?

I'm still dealing with insurance shit - not so fun. I'm pretty much going to get fucked over, I think. I always thought you bought auto insurance so that the insurance company could represent YOU and be on YOUR side in accidental situations. Oh well, what can you do. I haven't found out yet if my rates are going to go up, but the way I look at it, they shouldn't. The boy isn't a regular driver of my car, which makes the accident an exceptional situation. We shall see.

Anyways, I am looking at the police report the other driver filed online and it is pretty inaccurate. I have a feeling he doesn't remember very much about the accident (I had the feeling that night that he was pretty out of it...) Based on the fact that his reactions were a little slow and he did NOT want to call the cops that night. And reading the report he decided to file 2 weeks later, my suspicions might be confirmed. But hey, it's all speculation, and it's a moot point by now.

The whole thing is a pretty long story, but Leonard knows a good mechanic/body worker who fixed my car and was willing to fix the other guy's car - but the other guy did not trust us. He wanted a written quote and a guarantee of service and a bunch of other shit which all makes sense if one wants to do things the high-brow way that people with a middle/upper-class fixed income might require. But we're more "under the table" type people. Leonard's friend is a Cuban immigrant who works in his backyard and pretty much does the work for the cost of parts plus 50 bucks and lunch. So Leonard goes with him to the autoparts stores, pays for the parts, helps him fix the car, and takes him out to lunch. And Miguel does a kick-ass job. But the other driver wanted no part of it... apparently not all people want to help out the little guys who need to make their way through the world too.

Whatever. I'm sure the whole thing looks a little shady from an insurance standpoint - and since it was MY car that was involved I get to be stuck in the middle.