When my cousin crashed our rental car, leaving me with a $5,000 bill, I spent months trying to get her to pay me back. Just as I gave up, I saw her flaunting her ‘success’ on social media and discovered I wasn’t the only one she owed. Karma caught up to her, and I got a front-row seat!
It’s been a year since that disastrous West Coast holiday, and I still feel the sting of that $5,000 debt. My cousin Debra, who’s supposed to be an accountant, racked up a huge damage charge on our rental car and then had the audacity to act like it wasn’t her problem.
It was under my name, so guess who got stuck with the bill? That’s right, me. Lisa, the ever-reliable project manager from Boston. I swear, some days I think my middle name should be “Doormat.”
I remember that holiday like it was yesterday. Seven of us cousins decided to get together for some “family bonding” out on the West Coast.
Debra was there, of course, with her charismatic charm and reckless attitude. One evening, she decided it would be a fantastic idea to drive the rental car down a narrow, winding coastal road at night.
The air was crisp, the moonlight casting eerie shadows as she sped along the road, ignoring my pleas to slow down.
“Come on, Lisa, live a little!” Debra laughed, her voice filled with reckless glee.
She cranked up the music and took another swig from her bottle. I clutched the seat, my knuckles white.
“Debra, please, you’re going too fast!” I yelled, my heart pounding.
She just laughed harder, taking a sharp turn way too quickly. My heart stopped as the car skidded toward the edge, tires screeching.
I thought we were all going to die that night, but the guardrail saved us. The impact when we slammed into it was jarring, leaving us all stunned and the car a complete wreck.
The holiday mood? Completely ruined.
When the rental company slapped a $5,000 damage charge on the car, Debra just shrugged.
“We’re family,” she said with a flippant wave of her hand. “We should all pitch in.”
The other cousins mumbled vague agreements.
“Maybe we can split it evenly,” suggested Jimmy, the peacemaker of the group.
“Split it? Are you kidding? I wasn’t even in the car,” retorted Martha, crossing her arms.
“I can’t afford that right now,” mumbled Jake, avoiding eye contact.
Beloved country singer found d.ead this morning at his home in Texas
Artistes The actor Richard “Kinky” Friedman has d ied. He was 79 years old.
The news came through X on Thursday. “Kinky Friedman stepped on a rainbow at his beloved Echo Hill surrounded by family & friends,” said it. “Kinkster endured tremendous pain & unthinkable loss in recent years but he never lost his fighting spirit and quick wit.”
“Kinky will live on as his books are read and his songs are sung,” said the post. His name was John and he went to the University of Texas at Austin. The exact day he d ied was not given.However, Kinky also ran for governor of Texas as an independent candidate in 2006. With 12% of the vote, he came in fourth place out of six candidates. PROFILE IN MUSIC King Arthur & the Carrots was Kinky’s first band, which he started at UT. They only made one record in 1966, which was Schwinn 24/Beach Party Boo Boo. Surf music was made fun of by King Arthur & The Carrots. Ginky Friedman and the Texas Jewboys was Richard’s second band. They were formed in 1973. They didn’t stay together for long, and Kinky’s self-titled album came out in 1974.
Following two years, Kinky went on tour with Bob Dylan. He was a musical guest on Season 2 of Saturday Night Live after the tour. In 2011, the artist went on a world tour as the main act. KiNKY has put out 18 albums so far. His most recent one, Circus of Life, came out in 2018. NOTHING ELSE Later, when Richard’s music career stopped going forward in the 1980s, he started writing.
He mostly wrote detective books, which have made-up versions of himself and lyrics from his songs. In New York City, the character fights crime while telling jokes, giving advice, recipes, and charm. In his mind, he is like Sherlock Holmes from a different time. Kinky Friedman did not appear in Kill Two Birds and Get Stoned or The Christmas Pig, two books that Kinky wrote. Additionally, he had a regular column for Texas Monthly from 2001 to 2005.
He stopped writing the column when he ran for governor in 2006. But two years later, the newspaper brought back his column every two months. In 1986, Richard ran as a Republican for Justice of the Peace in Kerrville, Texas, but lost. This was before he ran for Governor.
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