She pulled out of the hotel, drove onto Sunset, then turned south on San Vicente Boulevard.
I walked out, looked at the smoke rising from the scrap heap that was once my pride and joy, and started cursing her out, calling her every name I could think of as I stood there with my boxer shorts flapping in the wind.
She crawled out of the car in her underwear and staggered to the curb.
The truck knocked the car into a northbound lane on San Vicente, and my centerfold freaked out and tried to speed away.
As she began to turn onto Fountain, she suddenly gunned the gas.
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She made it about five feet before she plowed into a van, which completed the devastation of my Ferrari.
By the end of the night, she was so smashed she was dancing on the pool table in her negligee.