You won’t. Want a hint? The fucking car again.

Okay, I’ll tell you. The fucking car has been sitting on the side of the road a couple of houses down from our apartment complex. I see it a few times a day. It died on the 13th, right? The next day Ginnie and I clean everything out and remove the tag (in AZ the tag is yours). And on the 17th the cops put a 48 hour tow sticker on the window. I’ve been telling the idiots at Wells Fargo almost every day to come get it. Voluntary surrender. Still there.

Tonight some 85-year-old dumbass PLOWED into the back of it. Well-lit street, nothing around it, parked politely on the side of the street, and some fucktard SLAMS into it. The belligerent old man was in the back of the ambulance swearing this car came out of nowhere!

I hear the sirens and wander out to see what’s what and oh shit, that’s my car. I battle between responsible adult and covering my ass and responsible adult wins. I walk down there and chat with the cops, tell them the history and the calls to the bank and I’m pretty sure I’m off the hook. They just finished towing them both away.

Gaaaaaaaaaaaaawd will this month never end!