Nothing in life is ever THAT easy

I learned that lesson last night. My boyfriend's dad gave me a car as sort of a birthday present/get-it-off-my-hands-cuz-you-drove-it-through-a-window sort of thing. It was a GREAT little car, ran like a motherfucker, could stomp the shit out of a lot of cars around here. We had been dropping cash into it here and there and were gradually replacing most of the stuff under the hood.

Yesterday Daniel decides to put a new power steering pump in it because our old one was squeeling. The car runs great, sounds great, everything. My best friend came to town to visit me all evening yesterday and we had to take her to her dad's house an hour and 20 minutes away after Daniel got off work. After we dropped her off and got out of that little town, the car started acting funny, so we stopped at a Love's and checked the oil because it smelled like it was burning. For some odd reason, it just burned up all the oil all of the sudden. So, we put more in and headed the rest of the way home, stopping again at a Petro station right outside of Amarillo. Car was still running okay, so we headed home.

Halfway between here and Amarillo (a long stretch of road with absolutely fucking nothing), the car started smoking. We fried the engine. So now, my free car is sitting on the side of the highway, useless.

We had to wait an hour and a half to get home, some guy stopped to help us and offered us diesel oil, Daniel decided it was worth a try, the engine started again and worked okay until the guy left. I had used his cell phone to tell my parents that if they hadn't heard from or seen us in the next hour to come get us.

So right after a cop pulled up, my dad showed up. Thank god for that, he didn't have any time to start getting suspicious and nose around. We had a bud from some weed that my friend brought from California and I had been carrying it in my bra, but I smelled so much like weed, I passed it on to Dan, lol. But we got home safely...the only thing we had to leave behind was my car's corpse.

I'm depressed. It feels like I lost my pet.

 

Awww kinky, sorry to hear that. at least you didnt get busted for the weed.

 

True.

 

Don't be depressed. No material object can last forever...I never get attached to anything I have, because I know it will break sometime(I'm rough on stuff ). Get attached to a person(it sounds like you already have ), they will be with you when your stuff isn't