cadillac pimpin
So yesterday i had to mow my grandparents lawn, and me being the fiend for substance abuse, i start looking around the house at their pills and looking for liquor. i found their liquor, and proceeded to drink some of it. bacardi puerto rican rum, much higher class than i'm used to. then i mowed their lawn, but it started raining so i had to stop halfway through. after i left, i decided to go back because in my search for substance i found my grandparents cadillac's keys. 1996, i'm not sure what model. i came back, but the back door i left unlocked was locked. so i go around to the garage and repeatedly punch the garage door window. it breaks and my hand gets bloody as fuck. i crawled through the window's hole, went and got the keys, and took off. i drive very bad and fast when drunk, so this was a recipe for disaster. i went and saw my buddy bear matt and from there i was driving to my friend holly's. on the way to holly's, however, i went off the road a bit into a tree, because i was going about 45 over and it was raining. i tried to regain control and ended up spinning out and hitting a tree. that car is totalled. $40,000 car in my possession is not good. so we told the cops my sober buddy was driving and we got to walk away. my friend bear matt picked me up and we left the scene.