Destroyed. Wasted. Beat to a pulp. Blasted to smithereens. My bank account. One that I've been painstakingly building up for a grand vacation was eaten up by the demands of an ailing 12-year old car. I'm down to a measly eight grand. Efforts to revive will require something akin to a European Marshall Plan. There's no use crying over it. Time to re-build. Damn it!
