This is me. One impulse buy at the hardware store, one budget “project” car, and suddenly my life is a shrine to angle grinders and zip ties. The title now reads “assembled” and so does my dignity. Welder ownership should come with a warning label and a steep therapy copay.

Also, whoever designed the DMV forms clearly hates joy. Spent more time certifying my Frankenstein-mobile than my parents spent house shopping, and the neighbors now know my name because I welded a tow hook at 2 AM. 10/10 would recommend the chaos, 0/10 would recommend the budget.