My car!
Some punks scratched my car tonight. Egads! Not just some lil scratch that I would’t care for. I was enjoying my night until that discovery around past 11pm. I decided to have it blottered but the police station was busy. Dad was pestering me to come home, so I did. Don’t get me wrong. I’m not scared oir anything because I didn’t do anything wrong intentionally. Only that, I’m thinking of the bill. My car just came out from the “casa” two weeks ago because my dad busted the left backlight and the trunk a few months ago. And here I am, having my own problems. I don’t have anybody to blame.
The target was the driver’s side since it was the part that was exposed. The scratches (there were 2 or 3 lines - that means the culprit had done it over and over again!) started from the headlight (yes, it too was damaged) running down the length of the car until the backlight. When I think about it, my meager salary cannot afford to pay for the repair. I hope rubbing compound works tomorrow. A much needed rest will help me (not) and then maybe i’ll go back to the police station (i want justice!) in the morning.
Let me try to justify the whole thing. I need to experience many things people said in order to grow up. Oh, I am so grateful but gosh, why now? I don’t have money and I’m gonna quit my simple job in less than a month. What to do… *grin* I’m 23 years old but I need my parents’ help again.
It’ll take a while before I sit behind the wheel (even if it’s mine) and enjoy. Maybe driving but parking? I need a good parking area, damn it! Hahaha.. It’s not my mistake but the car is mine thus, it’s my responsibility. I don’t know how I feel right now.i don’t know if this is karma working or something good to me. I’ll let you know soon when something good (or worse) happens to me.
