  OK...so for those of you who know me...im 16 and im a horrible driver...and for those of you who dont know me...IM 16 AND IM A HORRIBLE DRIVER.
I say this because 5 days after i got my license i was on my way home and ran up the curb blew out both passanger side tires and bent my dad's $500 hydrolic car jack, but being the genius that I am (yea right) i managed to sound very distraught when telling my parents and was able to keep my car and license without so much a paying a dollar for the expenses.
This all took place on May 29, 2004. And as if this werent bad enough. Just the other day (dated July 1, 2004) i backed out of my best friends driveway and into the brick mail box of the wench across the street. My original decision was to get the hell out of there and never return, but being me and seeing an older male watch me do the deed and then drive off i decided to return tell this god forsaken queen of the black lagoon and figure out a way to replace it. And i know what your thinking. Your probably thinking "small truck vs. a brick mail box...he probably just took a chunk out of it.
" Ahhhh...but if only it was that simple, but no. I demolished this colored concrete....thing...with one foul swoop of my mighty GM produced vehicle. My truck suffered minor damage but im afraid my fathers wallet will not be the same after this incedent. But with my luck this incident does not stop here, oh no. You see, when i drove off i ended up driving around the block and because of this, our demon of the story decided to call the "law enforcements" (if you can even call them that around here) to have them tell me to give her my phone number and insurance information.
Gee officer, did it take most of that half a dozen donuts you ate this morning to conjure up enough mind power to figure that one out dumb ass!!! But, once again, I returned home and conjured up my ingenius so that my parents pay for it all and I suffer minimal damage (much like my car) 
