Meh...shit happens. Then you just wish to die. But somehow you find yourself driving around at 2 in the morning, your hands dressed in tight leather gloves, a tire-iron beside you in the passenger seat, and your car smells vaguely of copper and chloroform...:P
Anyway, wrote this last year (2013). Any comments immensely appreciated and favor returned :)
Despite the license claim (considering some stuff at the moment), it's free to download and share with atribution.