After a very long time, I’m ready to self-publish a true story about misplaced trust and stupid decisions.
Synopsis.
In 1991, my car was being used by my by mechanic without my permission. The car was then stolen from my mechanic after he got drunk with three transients name Billy, Dwayne, and Betty. Betty later drove it through a guard rail while drunk.
Note: It may seem that all of the ‘good parts’ of the story have just been told. I promise you that these are merely the facts which may draw you into the rest of this look into a story I could not have made up. However, I’ve changed the names to protect the guilty innocent.
daddoo!
I just let a guy paint my car and he stole it. Now that I “let” him work on it, the police do not consider it stolen. Great, I love giving to charity.