P25. Handed my car over to a buddy. Just for a quick errand—full trust, we’ve been tight since we were snot-nosed kids. A couple of hours tick by, then my phone blows up: “Bro, I’m freaking out, had a little smash-up, but I’ll handle it, don’t sweat.”

Alright, shit happens, I think. But then the ugly truth spills out—he slammed into someone else’s ride and bolted from the scene like a coward. And guess what? The car’s registered under my name. So, I’m the one on the hook for this disaster.

Cops are already sniffing around, got my number, and now this asshole is ghosting me with some pathetic excuses: “Chill, man, it’s no biggie. Worst case, they’ll slap you with a fine. Or, hey, insurance will cover it.”

Insurance? Yeah, right. Not when you flee the scene like a punk. Cameras caught every damn second of it.

I try to keep it cool, lay it out straight: “Let’s split the damage, man. You fucked up, not me!”

But this jerk just shrugs it off: “Bro, I’m broke as hell right now. Gimme a couple months…”

What the hell do I do?

😢 - Screw it, cut him off for good.
👍 - Drop a report on his sorry ass.
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