My truck is a piece of crap. And I’m ready to crash it on purpose. I have been telling my bf for over a year it’s time to get a new one.
So a couple years ago, my mom gave my bf her truck. (Well me, but I wasn’t driving so I let him have it). It was having some issues and she wasn’t going to pay to have it fixed. I think it needed a new engine or something. But it was paid off so 
Idk what it is with a lot of black people and family/friend/neighborhood mechanics, but we need to break the cycle. Long story short, the truck spent a long time sitting in a garage getting “fixed”. With the amount of money put into it, we could have had a new one.
Fast forward to today, the truck is always overheating among other things. So if we don’t put water in it before we drive anywhere, might as well be prepared to sit on the of the road. Irritating af. Especially bc I’M the main driver currently. And I don’t know ANYTHING about cars.
But anyways so today I pick my daughter up from school. I’m literally going through the intersection down the street and around the corner from my house. Maybe 5-8 minutes just bc of the school traffic. When all of a sudden, 
it stops dead center of the intersection. Like it seriously just died on me. I think I used every curse word possible. 
Now I’m panicking while trying not to freak my girls out bc I’m imagining us getting smashed to pieces in a crash. Djm. So finally I think to cut the car off and try to turn it back on.
Thankfully it cuts on and I can drive out the intersection. So I pull over and cut it off. So I call my bf like 
And with a very bland are you ok, this negro proceeds to say this is what I was telling you about earlier. 
NO YOU DIDN’T!!!! I could have skipped this whole near death experience if I had known: a) that once the little thing gets above half I really need to be trying to pull over, and b) that when the car is seriously overheating, everything shuts down so you don’t blow the engine.
And then to top it off, there was a car accident right next to us. It took everything in me not to punch him in the throat when he came in the door.
Midnight Mocha 