So let me tell you about the time I nearly get lock up for stealing a car. Buckle up, this is a trip.



I was dating this girl, and we were in university together. It was a turbulent relationship, to put it mildly. For the story, let’s call her Satanne.

So, one day I’m at Satanne’s apartment, chilling, having a good time. We’re cuddling and talking about whatever you used to talk about, but I needed to run across to the campus for a group meeting.

I had my own car, and she had hers as well. Mine was a trooper and would handle the scene, but I liked to give it a rest whenever I could since it was also old, so Satanne says “Use mine, I not going anywhere. How long you think you’ll be?”