I am so many things right now; angry, upset, frustrated, depressed. The one thing in my life that has never gone wrong, never talked back, always responded is my car. I had to go out of town today and my bro (age=24) took my car to check on my tires (they sent me the wrong ones), and I get back and my mom is all "I have bad news"...what they won't take the tires back, he got in a wreck what? No Marcus was driving through the rain he hit a puddle and it just stopped. "HE HYDROLOCKED MY ENGINE!!!" "Well now he was doing you a favor"...did he have to cross the English Channel in my car to do? Needless to say it won't start, a goldfish could live in my engine. He's not home yet so I haven't talked to him. Apparently he was pretty upset too, but he still has a car that works!!! His was in the garage during this whole storm, while mine was drinking water like an alocohlic guzzles hard licquor. If I'm looky I'll drop a DET, but knowing my parents and everything they'll probably won't to drop a stock engine back in it. My bet is it will have to be replaced. For as much water as it sucked down. Damn thing looks like lake michigan. And my dad being the genius he is won't let me touch the engine, so I have to let a dealer do all this. Apparently he thinks it's the electronics as he walks through the door. Whatever. All I know is my car is dead. ****ing dead. Yeah you go to your friends house, I'll stay here. GOD DAMN IT!