The story of a car that almost blew up

It was Halloween 2002. Liz, Kyle, Paul and I drive to a party in Adelphi. I got really stoned at this party and have never felt more existential in my LIFE. I cannot remember anything about this party. I couldn't even tell you if I wore a costume. Actually, I don't think any of us did because the party was not actually on Halloween, it might have been a few days before or after. But that is irrelevant for this story. We left the party pretty late, it was definitely past 2:00. I remember driving on 193 past the courtyard apartments. As we made the right turn onto Metzerott, we saw some smoke and started to smell something burning, and I said that it must be the car we just past cuz the smoke was behind us. But the smell did not go away, it got worse. The car was a little smokey at this point. We made it down Metzerott a bit until I started freaking. I pulled over at the 7-11 where the Golden Bull is and we decided what to do. It was too late to call AAA to have the car towed and be stranded at 3:00 a.m. in Adelphi.

Since we weren't too far from my apartment, someone suggested that we just try to make it. This seemed like a good idea at the time. The more we drove the worse it got and when we made turns it was horrible. The smoke started coming into the car through the vents and I thought that either we were going to die from smoke inhalation or the car was actually just going to blow the fuck up. There was nothing we could do, stop and be stranded or die. I think we all kind of excepted this, even though we were all really freaked. The smoke was unbearable by the time we pulled into the parking lot of the apartment. As soon as we did, I stopped and we all ran out. We ran out so quick that I forgot to shut the car off. The car was engulfed in smoke, but Kyle ran back into the cloud and shut the car off. Then Paul and Kyle pushed it into its parking space and we were so relieved that we had survived.

I took the car into the shop the next day the prognosis was a broken tube in the engine and what we were breathing in was probably anti-freeze. Yay!!! So we could have died but we didn't and that is good. But it is experiences like this that make me less freaked out about car problems. It's not the end of the world when you car breaks down. It is just really annoying and costly. I need to get rid of my car and embrace public transportation. Or if you are my brother, you are a genius and you don't have to study - you can just sit around in your house at Brandeis and get stoned all day and still manage to get a full tuition and A-'s and have Beryl and Mike lease you a brand new Mazda6. This car is fucking awesome. It is a sports car and incredibly fun to drive. I whine about this to my parents frequently, but they always tell me that they made a deal with Matt, that if he got a full tuition to school then he would get a car. Bribes are bull shit. The other option for Matt was to go to MIT. My stoner brother is so smart that he actually got into MIT. But since MIT is $40,000/year and he got a car and a spot on the soccer team at Brandeis he went there. Life is so nice for Matt. But really, I love my brother he is hilarious. He dresses like Kayne West. He owns Jay-Z's sneakers. He is a label whore. He also loves the Strokes.