Story of My Life

My car died several days ago. The battery died (as usual, I have a sensor problem which says that my doors are open at all times), so I had my father attempt to jump it. Nothing. So I sent it into Bob Rohrman's Subaru. They said my alternator was dead. I had changed my battery two months prior. Anyway, they fixed it... for $500. I went to pick it up today. They told me it had started and ran fine without jumping. I knew otherwise; I signalled for Drew to come over. Indeed, the car had no power. I had Drew jump me, and we went over to the Mall. We were there for about a half hour. I come out, insert the key, and there is no power. So I have Drew jump me again, and spend a minute fashioning a way to make my sensor stop saying my doors are open, using two pennies and some electrical tape I found in one of the compartments in the back. I went to class. And hour and a half later, at our break, I go outside to test it. There was some power, but not enought to start the engine. I have Drew come jump me at the end of class. I figured this would be the end of it at least for now. I drove the 30 minutes back home, only to get stopped short. Thirty feet from the entrance to my neighborhood, I press the gas and nothing happens. I press it again, and my car slows down and the lights dim. I start to panic. I turn the key off, and attempt to turn the car back on. Nothing. So I switch into neutral as I turn into my neighborhood without lights... I let it coast as far as it could go, but ended up having to get out and push my car to my house. Fuck them bitches, fuck them hos!