Crashed

The moment when I stood up pissed at that gay bastard who freaking opened the car door that I ran into on Swanston St, realizing he was an Asian I could tell he's a Malaysian.

So dumb was he when I asked him what was he gonna do about this, he just looked at my bike, then shifted his view to Swanston St, thought further, then finally replied: I dunno. Dumb cunt, I said you either pay or get it fixed. Which one you after? He replied: "I dunno. Let's wait for my cousin (the driver) to come".

So this Hong Kee cousin of his came, gave me his mobile and licence number. I then took my bike to SHM in QV. They said it'll cost about 200 but they'd give me an exact quote on Monday. But man, that crap isn't worth 200 repairing. So I'll probably get that 200 bucks and add a bit more to get a new one.

I'm fine. Only minorly injured. To imagine the magnitude, think of a beginner's fall from a skateboard.