an ode
to frankie, my incredibly beloved tranny boy vehicle. everyone always thought you were a girl, because you're a red beetle after all, but i always knew there was something rockstar and genderless about you. from the supersweetsixteen moment when daddy surprised me by bringing you home. you were my college car, indicative of free love and good times. remember traversing all of LA with brett- sunset to the san fernando valley? remember getting so high with aliza in the hollywood hills? remember parallel parking in los feliz like the champion only you can be? you were the most "jordan" car that could have possibly existed and i fucking loved every minute of driving you.
as much personality as i give my cars, they're just machines, i know. which is why i will love sadie (my mom chose it! but i know, right?) just as much. we're about to get to know each other really, really well. see you in a week, los angeles :)
as much personality as i give my cars, they're just machines, i know. which is why i will love sadie (my mom chose it! but i know, right?) just as much. we're about to get to know each other really, really well. see you in a week, los angeles :)