Guess who's life officially sucks,
I'm just in spring hill right now, and since my major accident of September, I've driven to Atlanta twice, Brandon twice, Orlando more times than i can say, and Palatka. I drive to Spring Hill, and this car finally gives out on me, the perfect timing of when I don't tell my grandfather where I am at, so ofcourse now I have to call him at sometime and break the pleasent news that I'm about 30 something or another miles away from home. It could be worse, I could have been in all those father places that I mentioned. hmmph? maybe its not too bad, but still, what the fuck Heinz, you were a beast, and you quit now. I need to learn more about cars, its rediculous. The inner-gay in me just doesn't give a hoot.