When my beard trimmer stopped working properly, I decided to take things (and a screwdriver) into my own hands and get it running again.
When my beard trimmer stopped working properly, I decided to take things (and a screwdriver) into my own hands and get it running again.
Our story to this point: When last we saw our intrepid hero (me), things were going poorly for him, and he was on his way to "meet the rest of the Crips" — though not voluntarily.
You know, I was once young and dumb (as opposed to the current old and dumb version), which led me to make a questionable decision that resulted in a very memorable car ride.