consider her gone.

the little red toyota is going to a new home today.
we don't have much of a history since i bought him on a whim, and don't really like to drive.

i got him from a fellow TCPunker, and we met in an alley in uptown while it was raining. we exchanged moneys for a title under her umbrella and i drove home to Bryn Mawr scared as hell with the windshield wipers going out of their little wiping minds.

for awhile i didn't drive him anywhere, just when it was too hot to walk to get cigarettes wit hthe husky.
and the first time Aries ran away at about 5am while me and some great kids were geting crunked on the lawn, in my chemically altered and emotional state, i started driving around the neighborhood looking for her. mascara down to my knees, head out the window yelling for my dog, driving through peoples yards.

after that i mainly took him on angry irrational drives through downtown in the middle of the night like an idiot.

he helped me move to uptown and take my ghetto nasty pals to the liquor store.
other than that, he's basically spent most of his life with me parked.
i can count all the times i've driven him with no problem. it's almost like i didn't even have a car.

but he's always been there to move boxes, take me 3 blocks when i was too lazy to walk, and keep me safe when i decided to take him out after a few pbrs. (that will NEVER happen again. it's stupid and irresponsible, and i wasn't thinking. kids, don't follow my game.)

thanks little red toyota corolla. 1989 was an alright year.
may you live another 17 years.