Ok, well, I’m sure my luck isn’t as bad as some people’s. And I do admit that my life could be a lot worse, but I think venting is healthy.
So here it goes…
(Here’s just a little background info on me first for those who care.)
I’m 19 years old, I was raised by my maternal grandparents, and my mother. (Father was never in the picture) When I was 12, my grandmother died. When I was 15, my grandfather died. For the next two years, my mother and I lived alone in what was my grandmother’s house. We fought constantly. When I turned 17, my mother passed away, leaving me alone. Well, in the past two years, I’ve basically done little with my life besides lie and cheat to make ends meet. Of course, now I was starting to get on track, but last November, my car was totaled. My aunt and uncle found a replacement vehicle for me, so I bought it. Within a month it needed a new transmission (automatic). After that I start a small job doing delivery-type stuff on the west side of town. (Restaurant Express, to the few El Paso Dopers) After a month and a half of that, I decided to look for a better job, and found one. I started this week. Of course last Friday, some electrical component in my truck got fried, and had to be sent to the shop. My uncle let me borrow his mother’s car so I can go to work. All looks well, but as I was coming home this evening (about 20 minutes ago), I end up having to slam on my breaks and swerve to miss a rubber-necker who suddenly realized he was veering and decided to break. Of course, I am used to smaller vehicles, and the Plymouth Gran Fury I am driving in has car greater momentum than I am used to, so I fish-tail. I make the split second decision not to try to correct it since that would point me towards the braked car in front of me, and I smash into the cement divider, bounce off, and stagger home. I then have to tell my aunt I messed up another car. After hanging up, I hysterically laugh/cry for a while, go vomit, and sit back down. My stomach is kinda sore, not sure if it’s from the nerves, the seatbelt, or what.
Eh, sorry if that was a screen-ful, but considering this happened less than an hour ago, I am still slightly in shock.
- Jimmy Quasar