Well, that took all of about fifteen minutes.
You decided it would be a great idea to veer your piece of shit car into oncoming traffic, stop there, narrowly avoiding a head-on collision, and proceed to back up across your original travel lane and into your own driveway. “This is the way I do it every night”, you said.
One problem fuck nugget. You didn’t make it into your driveway. Why? Because you didn’t look behind you. You hadn’t realized that the driver in the car behind you was a bit too slow in figuring out what the hell you were attempting with that slick maneuver. Instead, all she could do was provide an impedement along your course of travel…a $35,000 impedement that she had just picked up from the car dealer not 15 minutes earlier.
So, thanks to you and whatever you were under the influence of (the police report only states “drugs/alcohol”), I’ve got a shiny new vehicle in my driveway in need of a hell of a lot of body work, a wife who can’t sleep at night, and a nice big insurance bill because you didn’t bother to purchase any for yourself - “let the other guy worry about it, every man for himself”, right?
Thanks again you worthless piece of shit!