This guy I was hopelessly in love with borrowed my car, but locked the keys inside. This was in New Orleans after Katrina, and Triple A was hard to get. It took forever, I was so stressed, I thought I was gonna miss work. The AAA guy came and jimmied my car, I paid him, but there were no keys in there. They were in my dude’s pocket and he was shitfaced drunk and laughed in my face.
-V.C.
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