Last night was interesting. I got bored around 8 last night and decided to go down to the pub for beer and music (I luv their jukebox, I wanna take it home). John met me there and we proceeded to bitch about work, politics and girls. I headed over to John's house afterwards and was hanging out and drinking more. I think it was around midnight that I stopped drinking and decided it was late enough that I needed to go home.
Now picture this: John's house is at the top of a narrow winding road that requires you to back down it when you want to leave. The neighbors have a driveway that you can get turned around in, but it's still a little treacherous.....especially at night, with tinted windows. So I managed to back my truck into the ditch
and totally fucked up my paint job 
!! My truck was stuck so I had to crash at John's house and get a ride to work in the morning. It wasn't until this afternoon that I could pull my truck out with the help of some friends. It's gonna cost me $500 to fix my truck and that's with insurance. So I'm not happy about that......my pretty truck got all fuckered up.
Now picture this: John's house is at the top of a narrow winding road that requires you to back down it when you want to leave. The neighbors have a driveway that you can get turned around in, but it's still a little treacherous.....especially at night, with tinted windows. So I managed to back my truck into the ditch
and totally fucked up my paint job !! My truck was stuck so I had to crash at John's house and get a ride to work in the morning. It wasn't until this afternoon that I could pull my truck out with the help of some friends. It's gonna cost me $500 to fix my truck and that's with insurance. So I'm not happy about that......my pretty truck got all fuckered up.
Sorry about your truck man, I HATE when that sort of stuff happens, and you're kicking yourself for it. I do, at least. Good luck with that.... maybe get a side-job as a male stripper, they make bank. hehe!