Dear Car (Sally), I thought you loved me? Since the moment I laid eyes on you I knew youd be my G6. I wash you and change your oil when needed. Before I embarked on the 2,000 mile journey west I even bought you new rotors. Im a good father. And now I took the initiative to get you new brake pads - on this happy Saturday morning - yet you were not pleased and asked for back wheel calipers too? How dare you, Sally? What is a struggling artist to do? Maybe I should dump thee into the pacific and flee back to the smelly convenience of the colorful array of the MTA? Brooklyn was mean and greedy but didnt ask for this much, at one time. I guess Ill have to punish you, after you just punished my already wickedly low wallet, and leave you parked in the rooftop-baking sun while I ride to the beach with Algernon Cargill Jr. in his obedient and trained car. Unfortunately, you wont be with us as zip in the carpool lane. Signed, A sad, broke father
Posted on: Sat, 16 Aug 2014 18:52:47 +0000
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