When Tech Support Melted Down: A Burnt-Out Tale

So, I'm sitting here at 2am, half-drunk on cheap whiskey, fresh out of self-respect and I've got this wild, bucking urge to spill my guts out to the faceless void of internet confessions. Why? Because today I fucked up, epically. Like, front-page-of-Yahoo-News, prime-time-Comedy-Central, every-millennial's-nightmare kind of epic. I'm a solid IT guy, okay? I've been doing this shit for years. I can debug a code blindfolded, I can setup a LAN while binging Netflix, and I'm the guy they call when the network's lit up like a Christmas tree... in July. So when my 16-year-old gamer cousin begged me to overclock his GPU, I was like, "Sure, kid, I've got this."

Well, I didn't fucking got this. My ego, bloated on years of self-assured cockiness, had finally served me a reality check. And it was as tasteless as that $3 whiskey. I souped up his rig, pushed it to its limit, and boy, did it go up in flames. And I mean literal, fucking flames! I'm talking lighters-at-a-rock-concert level of fire. I was so stunned, I spilled my beer on my pants and jumped back, slipping on my spilled drink and landing ass-first into my cousin's Fortnite-themed bean bag chair. You can't make this shit up.

The rig was a total loss. I might have lost my title as "cool tech cousin," and I think I sprained my ass. So here I am, wallowing in self-pity, ass throbbing, pouring my heart out to the seemingly endless abyss of the internet. And the worst part? My cousin filmed the whole thing. My spectacular fuckup is out there, probably going viral on some subreddit. I'm just waiting for the morning when I wake up to a million views on my clumsy, fiery dance, memes made out of my shocked face, and my inbox filled with texts from my tech buddies saying, "Dude, you're screwed."