reminds me of the camry.
movie previews, television advertisements, my apartment, everything. oh and watching all the endless cars parked on the streets or aimlessly driving by just makes me ache something awful.
i keep thinking about all the things i should have done with the car, all the plans i had for it, how much i fucking love it…and i ache. i was thisclose to getting an oil change and takin’ it out for a wash/wax. maybe even get it detailed all pretty if i had the extra scratch. i was looking into some decent seat covers…you know, just little things to make it better. i was going to air up the tires and get a tune up.
shit, man…i had just passed inspection.
sigh.
i was…i should’ve…i could’ve…god, this is awful. and everyone keeps saying ‘cars can be replaced, you can’t.’ but they just don’t understand, man. that wasn’t just some arbitrary vehicle, just some random mode of transportation. it was a fucking part of me, you know? it’s my history and my past and my happy memories and …it’s gone.
last intact picture of my car:
sob…
