When I was like 16 or 17 I was at a friends house with another friend of mine and this guy was there that was an ok guy, not an asshole or anything but he just always annoyed the shit out me for some reason and he would kind of latch on sometimes. Anyway he had come over and for some reason, I honestly can't remember why, he let me and a good friend of mine take his car to go run some errand or something.
Honestly which really makes this all his fault cause who's stupid enough to say here take my car? So we kind of were assholes, we didn't think we were doing anything serious but we did doughnuts in it, got on some back streets and floored it till past 100 (it was a old volvo, not made for this LOL), hotboxed it with a joint, did all kinds of shit.
So we get back to the house, hang out for an hour, the guy whose car it was starts to leave, begins to back out and the car dies.
And never runs again.
His parents were pretty loaded and bought him a nicer car so really in the back of my mind I decided I'd done something good for him. So the next week he shows up again, this time we'd decided to go drink on a golf course late at night. He proceeds to leave his car there and leave us the keys and go with somebody to do something (seriously I'm not making this up, how fucking stupid are you), so we proceed to take it and drive it all over the back nine. Then the cops came and that was my one time ever to run from the cops. I hid under a tree and then when they started coming took off and had to run literally across four holes to make it to the other side of the course.
Meh, that kind of makes me sound like an assholeWe didn't think we were going to mess up the car. I guess the second time was kind of inexcusable.
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