On the way home, I used father's gas card outside of Lafayette, Louisiana. I then left my wallet on top of my car and drove away. It was fucked. I stopped again outside of Houston, in Winnie, for gas. I realized that I didn't have my wallet. I was pissed. I searched and searched, to no avail. I wrote a check for 100 dollars, and used 25 of that to fill up my tank.