So first, i get up at 6 am to go to work...on a gorgeous saturday afternoon, I'm stuck in the bakery of my god-awful grocery store.
On my way back from work, out of the fucking blue, my hood starts smokin, and suddenly, BOOM, there goes the engine, my hood like turned into shrapnel....and my dad, who's been a mechanic his whole life, cannot even begin to comprehend how it happened...and no, it wasnt for lack of oil, i have a rather diesle understanding of cars, thanks to my dad.
So what does my dad decide to do when i finally make it home to cheer me up? Sure, lets go to the shooting range. I'm actually a pretty sure shot, and i was on today, but a fuckin shell casing landed right on my forearm and caught there, burning me. Fuck, that wasnt fun.
Next, i come home, pass out for a while, cause i figure sleep cant hurt. and when i wake up, i call around, see whats up for tonight, when oh shit, my best friend ditched me to go hang out with some skank from work, i cant find my other best friend...god DAMN today sucked
On my way back from work, out of the fucking blue, my hood starts smokin, and suddenly, BOOM, there goes the engine, my hood like turned into shrapnel....and my dad, who's been a mechanic his whole life, cannot even begin to comprehend how it happened...and no, it wasnt for lack of oil, i have a rather diesle understanding of cars, thanks to my dad.
So what does my dad decide to do when i finally make it home to cheer me up? Sure, lets go to the shooting range. I'm actually a pretty sure shot, and i was on today, but a fuckin shell casing landed right on my forearm and caught there, burning me. Fuck, that wasnt fun.
Next, i come home, pass out for a while, cause i figure sleep cant hurt. and when i wake up, i call around, see whats up for tonight, when oh shit, my best friend ditched me to go hang out with some skank from work, i cant find my other best friend...god DAMN today sucked