BECAUSE RACE CAR
You know where to find me.
No, the reason people stopped hanging out with you was that you would break shit on their cars when you “helped” working on them, then lie about it and not offer to help fix what you did, you talk shit about everyone and act like your dad’s pilot was hardcore shit (remember how happy you were when I told you it wasn’t a real truck, and was actually a lifted minivan), and when a group of people were lightheartedly busting on each other you would suddenly flip out if you became the target. Basically, I never screwed over my friends, and you decided that you no longer wanted to be fun to be around, so I didn’t.