Some people purely exist to cause other people pain and trouble. How else would explain that my car was damaged by a group of gang kids with baseball bats?

Afterwards my car looked as if it was hit by a bee colony with each bee the size of a soccer ball. They were very thorough and the repair station said there would be nothing they could do about it.

I loved this car – my first car. My father gave it to me on my sixteenth birthday. At least I have cheap auto insurance which is going to cover me. Still, I was in tears