Nine day of bullshit, ten miles of bad road. Spend mad time behind the wheel of a clapped out Oldsmobile driving back and forth, forth and back. Why is it I am always rocking some piece of shit domestic automobile? Maybe don’t answer that. We all already know the answer. I’m rep’n No Cash to the fullest. Yeah. And, then some.
Talk of the morning has been student loans and how to bury them. Work for the state for ten years, consolidate ‘em together, flail hard and declare bankruptcy. (I have a classmate, younger than me, whom has already declared a bankruptcy). Good times.
I’ve seen two of those new Chevy Camaros out there on the road in the last few weeks. One was a bright yellow Super Sport. (Update: Link fixed.) Gorgeous. A little over the top for my tastes, but we’ve already established I like ‘em old and ruined. A new model Camaro, no matter how many ponies under the hood, is still too “new” for me. And, yes, it runs on hippy tears.
God damn I like that line. I haven’t yet seen the Ford that sticker adorns, but when I do I know I’ll smile.by