stand where i stood

last night was a shit night. well make that crazy scary shit night.

DH and I went for a walk with the boys. nothing un-normal about it really. minus the last - well was supposed to be last - bit of it.

you see i wanted to walk the long way home. not the best idea in hynsite.

you see as we came around the corner a car clipped the curb. think nothing of it. next thing i hear and engine screaming. my thoughts? stupid P plater. WRONG. two fucking cock heads in a twin cab ute. busted up yellow kind. they screech around the corner and lose it. they fish tale, foot fermly planted to the floor it sounded. i watch this car come towards us. i have the kids in the pram in front of me. FARK. i just stand there and lock eyes with the driver. and i see nothing. they dont see us. the driver over steers and changes direction- away from us in slow motion i see whats going to happen - the diver smashes into a (nice looking) commadoor. the ute bounces. yes BOUNCES off the commadoor. and goes accross the road, up a cerb between a friggin' tree and power poll. into some ones font yard - after taking down a fence first. i start backing off (this would have been 50m in fount of me and DH) and tell DH over and over to call 000. and i just watch. the diver gets out and staggers a little. people come out of their houses. DH calls 000. i watch. the driver walks around the car, the passinger looks like he's doing something. next thing the diver spots DH on the phone and starts asking who he's on the phone to. and DH thinks quick (for one LOL) and tells him his dad (AKA 000) the passinger is now in the drivers seat and cracking the car over. i semi lose it at this point screaming at some one to stop them. dont let them drive off. but no one reacts. i watch the passinger get the car started and reverse it. how it started i dont know. then pulls up next to the driver who was getting near-er to DH and the passnger tells the driver to get in, three times then he gets in. they drop a burn out and drive off. i start shaking at that point. i watch them drive and turn left at the end of the street. i just watched my DH face off against a man under the influance of drugs. my blood boils at the thought he may have been hit. then it boils again thinking that my babies could have been hit. part of me wants to chase down the blokes out of the car and beat them senceless. they put my family endanger. they didn't once though out the crap-tatular driving they didn't once hit the brake. the bastards where found at the pub. i cannot express how much anger i have towards them. i may never know the out come of it. but damn it i hope they rot in hell for it.