Last night was a bad night for me.
I started a job last Tuesday at a Dodge dealership here in Worcester. With this job, I was finally going to be able to pay off my ex, and buy a working, insured, and registered car.
Of course, that means that I was driving around one that was none of the above. Stupid, no? Ah, but I have barely had the money to feed myself up until recently, so I decided that it was worth the rather low risk.
But last night I got caught.
One in the morning, I'm driving home on route nine going the speed limit. A cop pulls up behind me, runs my plates, and pulls me over. He proceeds to have my car towed, and gives me a ticket with two criminal and one civil charge upon it. I suppose I'm lucky I didn't go straight to jail.
Once the car is towed, he tells me that I'm on my own and drives away. It's around two in the morning now, so I start trying to get a hold of people. Nothing. The only person I can get a hold of is my girlfriend, who's parents get exceptionally pissed off and take away her phone when she asks if she can drive the fifteen minutes up to where I've been left on the side of the road to help me. I try calling various cab companies as well, but none of the ones that operate in Westborough are open at that time of the night.
Eventually, I end up walking towards home, because I cannot get a ride. It takes the police a good forty-five minutes to pick me up from the side of the road. Thankfully, the officer who does is very nice, and drives me up to the edge of Worcester so I can get a cab.
But now, because of my own stupid risk-taking, my immediate and potentially long-term future is destroyed. My license is almost certainly going to be suspended, so I can no longer work anywhere out of walking distance, and I may even end up in jail for up to a year.
Considering that I am already poor and lack any kind of funds, this may push me out onto the street if I don't get sent to jail.
I am now seriously thinking of killing myself, because this isn't the first time I've borked something up and messed up my life, and it probably won't be the last, either. I just can't do it anymore. I always ruin my life. I hate myself.
I started a job last Tuesday at a Dodge dealership here in Worcester. With this job, I was finally going to be able to pay off my ex, and buy a working, insured, and registered car.
Of course, that means that I was driving around one that was none of the above. Stupid, no? Ah, but I have barely had the money to feed myself up until recently, so I decided that it was worth the rather low risk.
But last night I got caught.
One in the morning, I'm driving home on route nine going the speed limit. A cop pulls up behind me, runs my plates, and pulls me over. He proceeds to have my car towed, and gives me a ticket with two criminal and one civil charge upon it. I suppose I'm lucky I didn't go straight to jail.
Once the car is towed, he tells me that I'm on my own and drives away. It's around two in the morning now, so I start trying to get a hold of people. Nothing. The only person I can get a hold of is my girlfriend, who's parents get exceptionally pissed off and take away her phone when she asks if she can drive the fifteen minutes up to where I've been left on the side of the road to help me. I try calling various cab companies as well, but none of the ones that operate in Westborough are open at that time of the night.
Eventually, I end up walking towards home, because I cannot get a ride. It takes the police a good forty-five minutes to pick me up from the side of the road. Thankfully, the officer who does is very nice, and drives me up to the edge of Worcester so I can get a cab.
But now, because of my own stupid risk-taking, my immediate and potentially long-term future is destroyed. My license is almost certainly going to be suspended, so I can no longer work anywhere out of walking distance, and I may even end up in jail for up to a year.
Considering that I am already poor and lack any kind of funds, this may push me out onto the street if I don't get sent to jail.
I am now seriously thinking of killing myself, because this isn't the first time I've borked something up and messed up my life, and it probably won't be the last, either. I just can't do it anymore. I always ruin my life. I hate myself.
"And lo, let us open up into the holy book of Proxy2..." -genk
His pot is blacker than his kettle!
His pot is blacker than his kettle!