My Luck Done Run Out

Here's how it went down:

I was driving West on XX Street when this Blazer totally blew the stop sign at XXXXXXXX Avenue. I don't think the guy even slowed down, he was in front of me in a split second. I hit the brakes and one thought ran through my head "This is where my luck runs out". The impact wasn't too harsh, the front end of my car crumpled as it as designed to, absorbing most of the impact and I was wearing my safety belt, so I escaped with minor injury. (my neck, back and knee are hurting today) Once the two vehicles stopped, I got out, the other driver and I exchanged "Are you OK's" and a few witnesses and gawkers gather around. Someone called 911. We all stood there dumbfounded for a few minutes until the other driver said "I'm gonna pull  up and get out of the intersection". His front driver's-side wheel was all fucked up, so he drove hesitantly a few feet. Then a few more. Then he started to really get on the gas and sped away. Since the other driver's car was fucked up and he had stopped, nobody bothered to get his license plate number.
Actually, I took a look at his plate, but his plate-light was out so I couldn't see anything.
The Police showed up a few minutes later, but couldn't catch the guy. I gave the officers my insurance and license etc, he took witness statements and gave me a case card. The crowd dispersed, leaving me to wait for the tow truck alone and in the dark. The tow truck driver from Bobby & Steve's showed up, loaded the car and took my baby away. I called a fellow Pizzaman (The Snake) and he gave me a ride back to BS Pizza. I walked home with the knowledge that I'd have to spend the next few days dealing with insurance bullshit, trying to get my shifts covered and trying to get some scratch together to get a new ride. I couldn't get to sleep until around 5am and the phone started ringing at 8am.
I'm dog-tired and my neck and knee are killing me.

Keep your eyes peeled for the offending hit-and-runner:

-Caucasian male 20-30's
-Short hair
-Driving a early to mid 90's Chevy Blazer white/silver/primer in color
Blazer has front driver-side damage including a fucked up front wheel
Blazer also has "For Sale" written in orangish grease pencil on driver's side rear window
- the phone number listed starts with area code 952

If you see (or know) this chump, let me know.

pizzaman@citypages.com