My entitled brother steals my car and ends up crashing it in a ditch.

And when the police show up to assess the situation,

my parents lie to the police officers and try to say that I was driving the car.

But in the end, my brother gets arrested for stealing my car,

finally getting what he absolutely deserved.

Here's what happened.

So I have an older brother by the name of Dave.

That's not his real name.

And he has always been a jerk to me.

There's only a one-year gap between us,

but he'd like to beat me up when we were kids.

And he always acted like anything that was mind was also his.

He was also somewhat of the golden child,

which honestly made me miserable.

So much to nobody's surprise, I moved out at 18 years old.

My uncle is now a retired police officer,

and he took me in after I left my home.

He even hooked me up with a decommissioned Crown Victoria,

and I absolutely loved that car.

I don't know why, but Dave hated the fact that I had that car.

He drove three beater cars into the ground,

while my Crown Vic kept chucking along.

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