Birthday boy.
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The phone rings, people start calling me because of my birthday. Cool! It’s also a good wakeup call, TIME to get the car back!
For that I called my uncle to pick me up and help me find the car, which was near some bank.
After driving around for a few minutes, we went to pick up the cousin that found the car at night. He directed us to the missing car. There
it was: Messy, broken window, fucked up ignition switch, missing tire, the inside is REALLY messy, and there was an empty can of bug spray
(which I never had in there). The seats look like the car went thru the Baja 1000.
No gas int he tank so I walked a quarter mile to get some, poured it in and started it up after getting a battery charge from my uncle’s pickup. COOL! it started! But it died halfway to the parking exit, we later found out that one of the gas tubes was loose, so we used good old black tape on it. So far the car made it home after pouring in more gas.
I made it home, with my car, now I have to call the police and tell THEM that I found it, so I won’t get into trouble (it’s kind of a unwritten law here in Mexico, you are guilty until you can prove otherwise, that goes for everything).
Ok, so I guess I’m stuck with my old car again, and to top it off, yesterday I went to the place where the State Government gives you your car plates, I went to report the car as stolen, the guy in across the counter told me if I wanted to put if off a couple of days in case I find the car, I said “nah, I’m not paying late registration fees for a car I don’t have”. Shit… but oh well, it’s my birthday!
I’m officially in my 30s. If you take a look at my pic in the main page, I really don’t look like it. It could be because of Avon products (j/k).