some days suck ass

So yesterday I was having a nice happy day with my bro and 2 cousins and we were having fun going around Detroit casinos and stuff. Then we return home later offers me his car which has been just sitting in his garage for a while. Now living in the vast midwest and not having a car also sucks ass and not in the fun rimjobby way either. All he was looking for was that I transfer the insurance to my name and he wasn't interested in selling the car, which was fine by me since I wasn't interested in buying the car. So I take the car out for a spin and drive it around and there are some issues, nothing major, but it runs fine so I am quite happy and the next day we go ahead and spend a couple of hours getting insurance and all. So far, all very good. I have a nice sports car, for almost nothing. I start off at night, with a cousin who I was planning to drop off on the way. The car starts off fine. We go sweetly about 20 miles, and I suddenly lose all power. Then I notice, the engine temperature thing is all maxed out, I put flashers on and let the car drift to the shoulder. There is lots of steam coming off from under the hood. Open the hood and the steam is all pouring out. At that point, my thought was that the coolant must be low and once the car cools down it will start, we were stopped on an exit ramp anyway, and we would just have to go off, our in some coolant and I'd be on my way. We waited about 20 mins for the car to cool down. Amazingly, the interior was almost freezing within 5 mins and we were literally freezing our balls off. The car took its own sweet time cooling. Another 20 mins and the car was cooler and gave it a try. Little response. We gave lots more tries and drained the battery. Then we called my other cousin, whose car it was to come with jumper cables and get some coolant. I was still und the impression that it would be a minor thing. Apparently another half an hour or so of trying to jump the car, pouring coolant and other esoteric stuff did not work. Finally, we call a tow company and get it towed back to a repair shop. Of course, being Sunday it was closed, So we left the car, but since I had to be back before morning in order to teach, I decided to take a rental and get home and then drive back up and drop the rental and take that car with me. This was an 8 hour round trip for me. Of course, being Sunday no rental locations are open except for the airport. Also, since I was reserving at pretty much the last hour, the rates sucked ass, and again not in the rimjobby way, though maybe for the rental company it was that way. We go over to the airport and they are out of the car that I had reserved. They upgraded me to a huge van big enough for 9 people. Anyway, I was already running 6 hours behind schedule and really wanted to get home and get to school and teach and get some sleep. Since this wasn't bad enough, my brother calls sometime and tells me he somehow has my house keys and all other keys with it. Fuck fuck fuck. So I can't even get into my home. So I go to my office and start working from there. Then I realise that I have grease stains on my jeans and there is no way I can teach like that. So I decide to go back home and hope that my housemate is up and he'll let me in. He's usually up by 5:30 but on this special sucky ass day that was not to be.Not only was he not up I could not rouse him by calling his cell or ringing the bell or banging the door. Finally, I decided to get creative. Checked all windows, tightly closed. Looked into basement windows, and one of them seemed slightly open. I pulled it open until it was like horizontal with a gap of a foot or so. These windows are a little underground so it was all overgrown. So first I jumped around in there to kill any snakes, scorpions, other nasty critters. Then being skinny and flexible I just somehow managed to slide in and dropped into the basement. dusty, cobwebby, leafy, but intact, and amazingly, no scratches or anything. I close the window and look for my kitty and she is nowhere to be sen. I wondered if something had happened to my roommate and her and if I would go upstairs and find a pool of blood on the carpet or something. So I call out her name again and again and then a little head pokes out from under the couch. Poor girl seemed totally scared by all the shaking going on in the house and people dropping into her basement. Finally, I did manage to take a quick shower and rush back to school and teach. Since things weren't bad enough, I receive a call from my cousin who has contacted the mechanic and apparently it wasn't a simple coolant problem. It seemed the gasket rings had blown out. Given the age and condition of the car, at that point my cousin decided to retire the car rather than put it on life support. No, of course, that meant that I cancel the insurance I had so enthusiastically obtained a day back. Now its been 36 hours since I last slept. Over $200 in the sink for a car that did not pan out and I still have to return the rental.