murderer.

so.

I was driving to Pilot Mountain this morning with my friend Cameron, so we could meet up with some of our other friends and CLIMB!!! We headed out at about 6am; the drive was smooth, almost no traffic, until about 7am.

all of the sudden.

there is something in the middle of my car.

a freakin deer.

It leapt out of nowhere, landed in the middle of the car, the impact thrust it high into the air where it flipped head over heels about five times before landing twenty feet over, perfectly in the median.

I killed a deer.

but more importantly, my beloved Silver Bullet is dead also.

So we did not go climbing.

and I was super bummed:

-no climbing

-I murdered a deer

-I killed my van

this is the end.

chels.