The Biggest Fuck Up in the Universe

I'm still in shock. You're not going to believe this.

I borrowed B's truck because my car is in the shop, getting fixed. It's getting fixed because I caused an accident. An accident that happened 2 weeks after my car broke down in the fast lane, during rush hour.

So I borrowed B's truck. B is my mother's husband. He just kicked my brother out of the house, but for some reason he felt sorry for me when I got in an accident, so he lent me his truck. He left a note for me that said, "Please be careful. I gassed it up for you. I changed the oil." and he even drew a happy face. That was tonight, the first night I borrowed the truck.

Can you guess where this is going?

I fucking dented the car already.

I dented it when I was trying to straighten it out in the carport at my apartment. I scraped it and dented it. Already. On the first night.

I immediately went into hysterics and called my mother, who called AAA, who came and moved the car, but it was too late. Big scrape. Big dent.

I am so, so fucked, and I hate myself.

Hey Vince-- how's about lettin' me take the porsche for a spin?

Don't ever trust me with a car of yours, ever. Up to this point I have never been in an accident or had a ticket but now the universe has decided to make up for lost time, I guess.

I was hyperventillating (too lazy and miserable to check the spelling) and crying my face into a red, puffy mess up until about 5 seconds ago. I'm not sure why posting seemed like a good idea.

D is going to pay for the damage, and I'll have to pay him back. I've decided not to tell B until my car is fixed. My mother suggested this, and I guess she knows best.