fameONE’s Insurance Battle Round 2

In twitterspeak, this is what many would consider #winning, minus the sarcasm.

My recent absence from tumblr has been attributed to a few things:

-I’ve had some shit go down in my life that I’d like to keep private, because adults don’t put their business out on the streets.

-The operational tempo in my professional life has increased due to my upcoming trip to Australia which has distracted me from tumblr quite a bit.

-I’m making an attempt to lighten the personal baggage I have with women. It’s always with women. What the hell? There’s a pattern here, but I’m getting off topic.

-I haven’t had much of a car to drive since the accident, which, in turn, keeps me from exploring and taking photos of cool shit as often as I’d like. Peep the HDR filter on my Samsung Galaxy S II in the above image. Fuck your iPhone, sheeple. ^_^

Why I’m #winning:

-The insurance companies have both agreed that my insurance battle is pretty cut and dry. I win. 100%.

-The above pictured BNR32 (Aoi-chan) will be mine. Hell, it might as well already be mine. But you know, paperwork and such. The registration and inspection process will be completed sometime next week.

-I’ll be in Australia attempting to… well, I’m going down there to be Lexington Steele for a month.

-My friends are amazing people.

-I found out that I get a bonus for staying in Okinawa. That’s quite nice. Bonus accepted. fameONE ain’t goin’ nowhere.

Sidenote: I’m naming this car after a former Japanese AV model and now struggling actress named Sora Aoi. You may have heard of, seen, or fapped to her a few times. XOXO Gossip Girl. Fuck you, Serena Van der Woodesen, and you too Lily. Poor Chuck, though. Dude can’t win for losing. Man, this is getting weird. I’m tempted to type some nonsense because it’s italicized. Ok, ok, I’m done.

fameONE’s Insurance Battle Round 1

Where the hell is my grill?

Times may be a little difficult, but I’m not dead yet. I’m not going to let anything keep me down. I’m not built to submit to my burdens. I carry them as need be and crush them as I see fit.

The insurance company currently believes my car is a ‘total loss.’ Different body/repair shops have different opinions on the matter. There is a strong possibility that I can get the money to rebuild the car. If not, I’ll just get the money for the car which totals around $12,000 USD. Either way, it looks as though the insurance company will pay me, maybe, at some point, soonish, or probably later. Thankfully, the drunk old guy who I was involved in the accident with has not changed his story. He assumed full responsibility of his recklessness and negligence of the road. There’s no point in arguing his intoxication because he’s an elderly Okinawan man and I’m a gaijin. I won’t win that fight and I’m lucky to have made it this far.

For the time being, I’m without transportation. Whenever my insurance company decides to stop dragging their feet with the paperwork, they will give me the proper authorization for a rental. I hope this happens before Thursday because, as it stands, I’m going to be jumping through hoops just to make it to work tomorrow. From there, I’ll have the rental for a maximum of seven days, giving the insurance companies ample time to duke it out with each other and settle the claim.

My current stance on the matter is to take the money and go immediately to another dealership to get another BNR32. More than likely, the car will have to be ordered from the main island because Fame isn’t going to entertain anymore Okinawan cars due to the rust. This needs to all happen before the 27th of this month. Why? Well, I’m going to Australia for a month. The plan was to drop the car off at my paint shop for body work and the original paint job but plans change. If I can, at least, purchase and complete the paperwork on another car I’ll be content. I haven’t the slightest idea with what color I want. At this point, I don’t care so long as it’s not green, gold or that awful Nissan maroon. I have to play the waiting game until it sorts itself out.

Concerning my current physical condition; I’m obviously not dead. I’ve been in rather intense pain throughout the day. I got the best prescription Naval medicine can offer; Ibuprofen. I’ve been vocal about this in the past but I’ll reiterate it, “fuck hospitals.” There’s no better care a Marine can get, on or off duty, than a Corpsmen in the field. My right rotator-cuff is throbbing and my lower back randomly hits me sharp needles of pain. The doctor told me to get a cat scan, then come back if the pain hasn’t gone away. Wonderful. I’ll get right on that 10k walk to the hospital in the pain that I’m in. That’s cool, bro. I’ll get to my health eventually, but for now, I need to ensure that I am not grabbing my ankles for the proverbial, financial dick.