On his way home from work this evening, Damien was the unwilling participant in a car accident. He is perfectly fine, as are the two people in the other car. An elderly couple in their 70's pulled out in front of him and he had no choice once he hit his brakes and ran into them. The police declared the old man at fault (as did his wife who was ripping him a new ass saying "I TOLD HIM NOT TO GO, BUT HE WENT ON ANYWAY!") and the truck gets taken in for repairs tomorrow. He picks up the rental car tomorrow as well. It happened about three blocks from home, so when he told me on the phone I threw on my shoes and ran my ass off to get there - I got there just as the cops did. As soon as I saw him and assessed that he was okay, I took a look at the truck. It's undrivable - the inside of the front quarter panel is less than 1/2 an inch from the front tire, and the driver side door will not open. It'll be fixed and the other guy's insurance is taking care of everything (they have the same insurance company), so no worries. My baby is okay - that's all I really care about.