Revered Reversal In Reverse

I have a long history of losing everything and getting it back after various failed suicide attempts. The first wave of bad luck occurred Sunday at 1:00pm in Pasadena.

I had been in my hometown 10 minutes to visit my family when a coked out bitch hit my parked car at 35 mph...in reverse. At first I thought she was going to flee (I was sitting on the front porch at the time), but she didn't. She got out of the car screaming "I'm going to jail!" followed by myriad expletives. It turns out the dope fiend had a warrant (big surprise) and begged me to let her call her husband to take the fall. I asked if he had insurance and she said he did. So I told her if he could get here before the cops did, I'd say that he was driving. That's more than fair, right?

So the husband gets there about 5 minutes before the cops do and give him a ticket. I call his insurance company (which I couldn't get ahold of until the following day due to heavy call volume on a weekend 1-800 number) and filed a claim. They towed my probably-totalled 2000 Ford Focus to a collision center in Tomball, where my buddy Laurencio (who I call Floyd) picked me up and took me to Hertz to pick up a reserved rental car.

We get there and they refuse me service; not because the guy's insurance was invalid, but because I didn't have a credit card as collateral (although I did have a debit card). So I threatened to blow up the place and left. So I go to another rental company to buy my own car (to be reimbursed by the guy's insurance) but they also would not give me a car because I have no proof of income; having been laid off at the steel mill at the end of January.

So here I am a week later: no car, no job, running out of money, and angry.... same as it's always been.