Back in the day; I crawled out of the window of my 1985 Honda CRX, simultaneously breaking my window elevator, smashing the screen on my phone, gouging my ribcage with the door lock thingy, ripping/staining my favorite shirt, and then proceeded to fall flat on my face, scratching my left cheek on the hot dirty asphalt, and burning the palm of my hand with a cigarette my friend dropped on me when he was trying to break my fall.
All this was done in less than 5 seconds, on a Sunday morning, dressed to impress, in the church parking lot, and completely sober, because my damm door latch decided not to work that day.




was a pretty expensive repair but i learned my lesson... but the next week while the car was in the shop i somehow managed to get into 2 accidents in one day in my moms van lol havent had one accident since then tho

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. Never pull into any building until the gate/door is completely opened anymore.


