** Bank that held the loan sent my original title to an address I lived at 5 fucking years ago. I mean you'd think those bitches would be smart enough to try to contact a bitch before sending something like that out.
** They sent me a Release of Lien so that I could go to the Tag office and apply for my replacement title. Oh yeah, and I lost the first one and they had to send me another. I will tag the blame for fucking this part up cause it took another week to get the second release letter.
** Take off work early to drive to the other side of town to the tag office only to be told that the car has a name of Kerry as my husband. Well bitch I'd say that is the states fault cause it has read like that for the past five years.
** Have to have Kenny fill out an affidavit stating that his name is not Kerry nor has ever been Kerry. And he also had to fill out a Power of Attorney for me to be able to get a replacement title that is in both our names.
** Took my entire lunch yesterday to go to the title place in downtown Nashville, actually had them print me a new title with the correct names.
** Signed the back of the title leaving the amount blank as my criminal nephew doesn't want to pay the state taxes on the whole amount.
** He calls Kenny today ask him to write 500.00 dollars in the price slot. Kenny being the brilliant man that I know and love has written 5.00. To which my well educated criminal nephew scratches out and writes 500.00 dollars.
** The tag place tells him that they can't get him a new title until he gets a notarized letter from me and Kenny stating that we sold him the car for 500.00 because he fucking tampered with the title.
I swear if he goes down there tomorrow with that letter and they don't get that car out of my name, I will go down there and show my fat ass....I mean a giant shit storm with being hitting that office around 4 tomorrow.
By the it has taken to go through all this bullshit I could have built the some bitch a car.....
