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Car Gone
Well, I'm now the proud former owner of a car.
I sold it to a rock star! Kind of. This guy, in fact. He drove a hard bargain, but I wanted to be able to say that I sold my car to a rock star, so everyone wins.
I have cancelled my insurance, that necessary evil, that form of institutionalized gambling. I've put my car-trunk blanket, and the just-in-case Ikea bag, and my "Here's Something You Can't Do" Firefly license plate frame (which I never could find a way to attach without obscuring the tags) into the giveaway bag, and as of noon tomorrow I'll officially embark on my Life Without A Car.
I'll buy the guy's album as soon as I see the money order.
I sold it to a rock star! Kind of. This guy, in fact. He drove a hard bargain, but I wanted to be able to say that I sold my car to a rock star, so everyone wins.
I have cancelled my insurance, that necessary evil, that form of institutionalized gambling. I've put my car-trunk blanket, and the just-in-case Ikea bag, and my "Here's Something You Can't Do" Firefly license plate frame (which I never could find a way to attach without obscuring the tags) into the giveaway bag, and as of noon tomorrow I'll officially embark on my Life Without A Car.
I'll buy the guy's album as soon as I see the money order.