Twas the night before Christmas, and I was on my way to Brooklyn to visit my Grandma. My mom was already in Brooklyn, and I was driving down with the rest of my family. What we all believed would be a short 35 minute drive, turned out to be a three hour ride from hell. What had happened on that night could only be retold justly through a full length feature film, however I lack the time, resources, and money to produce such a film. I will do my best to describe what happened last night as vividly and accurately as possible in this post. Let us all be grateful on this Christmas day for everything that we have, including each other, and let's hope my Jeep can be brought back to life or that I get a new car for Christmas. Either would be fine.
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