What I drive past every day
Avalanche, Armada, Navigator. All Black. All sitting on twenties. There is even a Porsche in there somewhere. A black one, in a garage, on the right, with all the rest.
The Hummer on the corner, it too is black.
The houses on the left, all have white cars. A huge Chevy SUV, a Z71 pickup, and some other monster.
I don’t even know what it is. Might as well be a fucking motor home for the size.
All sitting on bling.
McCain-Palin stickers and signs abound. Not one for Obama. Not even one. Zero. Nada. Zilch. This is McCain Country. I drive though this every morning as I drop my kids off at our daycare provider’s house. Six driveways, three on the right and three on the left. Black on the right & white on the left. Anchored by two repo properties and a short sell at $520k.
How the hell do you sell short at a half a million dollars? You borrow more than a half a million dollars and default on the loan. And this state carried John McCain. Because they can’t.
The woman directly across the street from where I park twice a day Monday through Friday stood in her driveway and cried as the repo man took away her big black Hummer. Good new though, she got a new one, bright red again, to replace it.
And I can only assume that she is no longer crying.
The guy with the Navigator was having a garage sale this morning. He had all his lawn furniture, the dining room set and a bed room collection in his driveway. Even has a sign. Cash and carry. He didn’t look happy at 7:10 am.
I didn’t think to mention to him that it’s Friday. Most people have garage sales on the weekend. But, then again, must people buy houses they can afford.
Things aren’t looking good along McCain-Palin alley.by