My bmw story part 1

I've owned 2 bimmers in my lifetime and everyone made fun of me for it. But damn I loved the first one. The second one... I'm figuring it out. This part one is just origins of this car.

I bought my first bmw, an e46 in spring of 23. It was a 2005 325i, peasant spec aside from auto rain sending. Interior was full of garbage but body was mint. Black and silver interior. 3,500 listed. Apparently the guy had bought it for his daughter but she hated it. (duh, who buys that for a 16 year old girl?) Guy has apparently bought it thinking it would be a quick fix but he went bankrupt and had to become a construction worker or whatever. He would limp it to work every day. Ran like ass, had to slip the clutch like mad to get it to crawl. It was smooth when it got rolling though. Coming from a Celica with basically a Vaseline covered CD as a clutch, I could have bought a Pontiac Grand Prix and enjoyed it. Well after the guy gives me a deal of 3200 for his car with "leaking exhaust" I limped the fucker home. My classmate drove behind me in case of the inevitable (it exploding.) I had to pull off cause it died in the middle of going uphill at a maximum of 20 mph in a 50. Eventually I managed to gas it and use momentum to force it up the last 10 or so meters. Cleaned it at home and discovered a prehistoric spore infested nugget, apple core, and moldy seat belts. It came with Metallica CD and a toy dog. Then I took it to school. I went to mechanic school and pretty much dumped it on my teacher who took one look and made the most pained face of pity. "I hope you didn't pay over 1000 for that crap." Anyhow I go and study something else and after 3 hours of bullshitting my classmate comes in and says "my condolences." Ofc everyone turns around. Bros looking at me. I said "what?" He says "you got holes in your pistons." First off, holes. Second, pistons. "Like multiple?" Bro shakes his head. "your fourth and fifth have holes in em. "How big?" "Like golf ball ..I don't know how that happened." Then he shows me the boroscope but it just looks like a bunch of static. Everyone is just walking around solemnly around my car like it just got euthanized. 180k miles. All I was thinking was "I'll get my money back from this scammer ass pos." My friend pities me so much he agrees to let me install a new engine in the thing at his parents place. So it begins. 

That's it for part 1 and boy it just gets worse and worse. I kid you not at the end of this story, I will somehow have gotten into the most batshit insane police, racing, money wasting, stealing, scammingest story ever. All from one car. And this is skipping how I even got myself to buy such a piece of crap.