so tonight i went down on federal for pho. had a bit, got some boba and came back. now it's cinco de mayo weekend, to remind you all of an essential fact to the rest of the story. pho is down on federal in asia-town just south of mexico city #4(denver's barrio). so the street was PACKED with lowriders, suvs and every other type of a car you can imagine, all blaring bright trumpets over thundering bass. standard mexican display for a major holiday. my sister and i got our boba, walked back to my car and i proceeded, not 10 min. thereafter, to get into my first car accident. i'm developing a guilt complex. i feel bad for hitting the guy. i feel really, really bad for hurting my sister. that's the worst part of the entire thing. i probably won't have a car now and am moving 1500 miles in 5 weeks. i'm pretty well fucked. and it turned out it was my fault; in the sea of tailights, hoodlights, groundlights, headlights and mexican flags i failed to see the only red light that really mattered, which started the whole thing. And it is a terrible feeling seeing someone right in front of you and knowing there is nothing you can do to avoid hitting them. then it's 10 seconds of chaos. Airbag inflates, smoke fills the car and you scream for your sister to get out of the car scared to the point of instinctual reactions that you'll die there. i feel like the worst brother ever right now.