In which Jane Donuts suffers a collision.

Jane Donuts was headed west on Olympic last night at approximately 11:40 when a sixteen year old kid took a left hand turn and crashed into her car, setting off the airbags and leaving her stopped parallel across the road in a cloud of smoke and with a bruised and cut arm. The Silver Jews were on the radio. It was a pretty dark stretch of road and there were a few nighttime creatures walking along on the road. Jane Donuts sat frozen in the car for a minute or two until the youngling that hit her walked up the to the passenger side door to ask her if she was alright. She was alright, just shocked. The kid lit up a smoke. Jane Donuts removed her ipod from the car and got out. A nice lady stopped and told her she saw the crash and that it was not Jane's fault, and gave her her business card and offered to be a witness. So that was nice.

Five minutes or so passed and Jane Donuts was trying to collect her thoughts. The car's back left wheel was crushed in and concave, and so she couldn't move it out of the street. Assholes were driving by and honking. Some bitch shouted out the window that she should move the car, and Jane Donuts gave her the finger and yelled at her that the car wouldn't move. The cops were called, but they didn't want to come since nobody was injured. They transferred Jane Donuts to a tow company. The operator there had attitude, which was not surprising. Jane Donuts was trying to write down her information when a nice looking Indian woman walked up to her and just looked at her. Jane Donuts looked back at her for a minute. The woman said, "I'm his mom." Jane Donuts nodded and was trying to be nice and offer some kind of conciliatory gesture, but found she lacked the strength. The kid was scared shitless. An older black man with a nice gold chain and plaid shorts came up to her and offered her a pen. A younger black man with a pit bull told Jane Donuts and the kid that they should get everything of value out of the cars immediately.

The cops pulled up and shined flashlights, asked if everyone was OK. The tow truck guy came and he was 300 pounds at least. He had some kind of contraption with claws that sought out the wheels and sucked the car up onto the truck. JD asked him for a ride home, which he was not entirely happy about, but was slightly mollified when he was informed that home was just a mile west. There was no music in the car on the ride home. The driver had a blue tooth ear thing. The driver and Jane Donuts didn't speak. Jane Donuts' brother called and Jane Donuts was cursing while describing the incident. The driver did not mind. The tow truck rattled as it rolled over the speed bumps in Jane's neighborhood. He dropped her off and she thanked him kindly.

The night was over and Jane Donuts has all body parts functioning, but a sore arm and shoulder and a slightly bruised psyche.

And that was the end.