Hell is my car

Yesterdays drive home was eventful.
I left home for the friendly face of the ATm so I could empty it and begin the trek to NY.
Unfortunately, because I had paid all of Junes bill and had yet to recieve june's first unemployment check I had 11.05 in my account.
So I did what all true Amreican males do when there is a problem.

I called g-ma. With her super cape a fluttering she leapt into action wiring me 500 big ones. At cost of 20 dollars on each end I might add. She was assured that I would have the money instantly and would be able to start home.

My bank however disagreed and sent me on the way with a condescending smile and "sorry we can't help you yet, the computer will update later tonight."

Bastards.

So I did something I had once promised myself I would never do. I intentionally wrote a bad check. i have overdraft protection up to 300 bucks so the gas station will never know that it's bad. then I headed to wal-mart. bought a mountain dew and another 100 bucks cash back.

I started out, and after being 1 1/2 hours late for my class, I left chicago with no brakes. But i have made it safely to NY.

I still think the brakes went because the car was pointed east and was afraid I might stop and turn around.