My arch-enemy is the driver who came into my lane and changed my life forever. I did not know his name until I received the police report.
I will call him Sean.
Sean is about 5′ 10″, portly and looks dopey. He looks like the typical redneck sort you would see on a show like Here Comes Honey Boo-Boo.
He never checked on me. He caused all this destruction and never displayed the conscience to see if I was okay. Instead, Sean was walking around the crash site asking the most ridiculous questions. “Did anybody call 911?”, he said to another driver who retorted, “Yes, don’t you see the ambulance coming?”. “Can I call my wife?”, he asked another person. I heard someone say, “Call whomever you want!”. “What are you doing?” he questioned the police officer who was trying to open my car door. The police officer yelled at him, “What do you think I’m doing?”. Even in my condition, I could tell Sean was missing more than a few marbles.
They whisked me away in the ambulance and took me to St. Luke’s Hospital in Bethlehem, PA. After my discharge from the hospital, the police station summoned me to give my statement. The police officer kept me there for an hour and I felt he really cared about well-being. He stated that Sean was receiving a citation and I would be getting the police report by mail as soon as he finished it up.
Several weeks passed before the document arrived in the mail. I reluctantly opened the envelope and took out the 15 page document. I rifled though the first few pages and noticed his name under the name Driver 2. The bold, black letters stared me in the face- Sean Kirby. The police report indicated he lives in Bangor; PA, a town filled with slate quarries.
Next, I got my laptop to check if I could find anything about Sean. The first website I visited was the most logical given this day of technology: Facebook. I typed the name into the search bar and found Sean Kirby from Bangor; PA. I clicked on the profile picture and eureka! It was a public profile. See, I told you he was missing a few marbles.
I scrolled down and noticed a post dated February 5, 2011, which was the day after the accident. Oh look, a comment! What I saw next pushed me to the brink, the words burned my eyes. Here is what it said: “I’m so depressed. I was in a car accident yesterday and my truck got totaled .”
I screamed to my mother, “Get me the phone. I’m calling my lawyer!”.