tow trucks

as i sit here with permanent hair color stripper on my hair, i am forced to recall the past few days. recently had the urge to go blonde. will see if this amounts to anything. had light hair for only 2 years of my life...when i was 2.so on my way to eddie's last night, i get a text from carlos saying that he had been in a car accident. being the thoughtful and considerate person that i am, i went not so far out of my way to check on him. it's the least i could do right? i mean, he did help me out when i got t-boned this summer.

so anyways, i arrive at one of the many parking lots off of william d. tate and walk over to see the unfortunate mr. espinosa. he had been rear ended while exiting one of the parking lots and attempting to make his way onto the road. obviously the incident had not been his fault. the fine police of the city of grapevine would not allow him to pick his things up from the street and as i approached the scene, saw that carlos was frantic. standing about 200 feet away from the him, i saw the police lead the driver of the car that hit carlos away from the area and into the back of a squad car. drunk driving? surely not. it was only a friday, early evening at one of the busiest restaurant areas in the metroplex. i turn to carlos and ask only one question, "have you been drinking?" of course he hadn't. a few beers apparently isn't consumption worth mentioning.

a cop comes over to us mentioning the fact that the license plates on carlos's jimmy were incorrect. (ticket #1) immediately carlos begins babbling about not having the right screw (screwdriver) and about how the plates are at home on his dresser. me, having known the idiot for about 2 years now, can immediately tell that some alcohol had been involved in his adventures this night. the cop asks him to step aside to speak with him in private.

i wait there alone in the grass, other than for carlos's work buddy, while the police officers proceed to give carlos a sobriety test there in the street. the beginning sight was too much for me to bear and i walked over to the jetta to grab the last of my cigarettes. returning, i watched as carlos failed time and time again at each of the tasks the cops ask of him. granted, some of the things would have been difficult for the most sober person to complete and carlos was quite shaken up from the accident. i figured things might just blow over when suddenly i'm watching carlos be patted down and hand cuffed. i could hear as they mumbled him his rights.

as he is walked to the squad car, he mentions something about calling me once getting to the jail. i remind him of my lack of funds and tell him that i wouldn't be of any help. i said alot more forcefully of course."call your parents carlos!" was the last thing he heard me say. the squad car pulls away. the tow truck loads his jimmy. i leave to pick up eddie from work in the jetta.

and did i mention this will be his second DWI?



nice carlos. real mature.