[Runkmud]

When I was 16 my grandparents helped me buy my first car. They put the 1k downpayment on it. Later on in the year, my grandmother, who smoked 4 packs a day, borrowed my car. I told her she and my grandfather were welcome to it, as long as she didnt' smoke in it. Of course, she smoked in it. A huge arguement persued, it ended with me telling her to [censored] off.

She died 3 months later, with that being the last words I said to her. I smoke 2 to 3 packs a day now, not that this has anything to do with it, it's certainly more incriminating.

I hate myself that these were the last words I uttered to my beloved grandmother. I could go through a littany of excuses and stories that might make this more exceptable, but truthfully, there is nothing. Yeah even though I know she gets it, I'm still a piece of [censored] and forever will be.