It may not mean anything to you Mystery Drunk Driver, that opted to hit & run my parked Echo that literally welcomed me at the doorstep of The Lovecraft. I'm amazed that you were able to drive away after leaving my car crumbled on the sidewalk. You not only left me stranded after working a rather exhausting bar shift, but you took away from me 11 years worth of memories. I had that car since I was 16, it was the only thing in my life that I could rely on. It's been there with me through every breakup, every move, every adventure, every job, and every friendship. You're a terrible person for leaving me with such an emotional & financial burden.
Your Valentine gifts suck.
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