The Monte Carlo
The Monte Carlo's full and complete death is finally at hand. The transmission is dieing. It was only a matter of time.
It carries many, many fond memories for me. And some not-so-great ones, but I love even them. How couldn't I?
But allow me to ponder for a minute.
*Digs into memory*
OH! THAT'S RIGHT!
The two people I drove to high school, in this very car, every goddamn day of senior year (or at least I think it was senior year, whatever..) don't talk to me anymore. I'm slightly convinced they don't even recall my existence anymore. Somehow, this seems wrong to me.
What's worse, I don't even really care.
R.I.P., Monte Carlo. You'll be missed by everyone who remembers you.
It carries many, many fond memories for me. And some not-so-great ones, but I love even them. How couldn't I?
But allow me to ponder for a minute.
*Digs into memory*
OH! THAT'S RIGHT!
The two people I drove to high school, in this very car, every goddamn day of senior year (or at least I think it was senior year, whatever..) don't talk to me anymore. I'm slightly convinced they don't even recall my existence anymore. Somehow, this seems wrong to me.
What's worse, I don't even really care.
R.I.P., Monte Carlo. You'll be missed by everyone who remembers you.