Clifford R.I.P. little buddy
well my dad left me a voice mail last night before i went to work and said that he wanted me to call him in the morning, and that nothin is wrong. well i went to work at 7 pm and found out i had a class today at 8 am. well the policy is u need to be let out 12 hours prior to an appt. so i was at work for 30min and got up this morning to call my dad. well we were talkin and then he slipped in a question ive been waitin for but didnt want him to ask. "would it be ok if i sold the van?" i didnt know what to say but what came out was, yeah thats fine wit me. what i really wanted to say was fuck no that is my van. he is goin to take my speakers and head unit out for me. its just that when he said that it felt like a movie, all the fun times that were had in that van flashed by me. a part of me is dyin and i cant stop it. from when on the loud speaker at school, "Paul Troutman please move your van out of the parkin lot!" to doin donuts after graduation, to everyday i was in that van. i will admit i teared up when he asked me that and now i just have to get over it. i just want to fly home this weekend and drive my van all over, tear it up and have a blast before i never see it again, but that wont happen. well thats all for now. now 2 of the most standing out cars in chi from our class are now gone. the Classic and the Van are now just history. RIP forever