This is venting, but probably worth reading
...Yeah, so last friday I went to the Aerosmith concert here in Atlanta, and was the DD...one of my buddy's brought his dormmate because they were both home from school for the concert. I had never met the guy, but it turns out he's a terribly obnoxious drunk, and loves to push people's buttons because he's this skinny punk that daddy looks out for (and daddy bought him a 2002 M3 convertible)...after the concert we all hung out at my house, and this ass just kept running his mouth..
..my buddy wouldn't let me touch him cause I'd probably have killed him, so I decided that I couldn't take it anymore and went for the door...BIG mistake!!! rather than hitting the hollow part of the door, I hit the beam (wooden doors), and went right through the beam rather than breaking my hand on it
...by this time my buddy had sobered up enough to drive me to the ER cause I needed stitches (even took pics)...this kid still tried to run his mouth, and when we went outside to the cars my buddy decided he couldn't take it either, and beat the all holy out of him, and even destroyed the Hood
of this kids M3 with him...well the end of the wild night is that they gave me Vikatin, and my hand is cut up to the point that its really painful to drive and shift...Moral of the story is to not lose your head over frustration, and end up not being able to drive the beautiful machine sitting in your garage