There I stood, hands in pocket, hood covering my saddened face as my 1968 Mustang was hauled away to it's new home. A victory for BLAZE but a loss for me, it was tough to see my little dream go down the road for someone else to enjoy. <Insert big sigh here>
(WARNING SLIGHTLY RAW CONVERSATION COMING UP)
I couldn't help but feel like my last vestige of manhood was taken...the other was removed after selling my Suburban and buying a minivan.
Ohh the agony when mid-life and poverty collide, leaving one helpless in the hands of the cruel mistress of mortality. What is a nice, amiable, considerate, kind, fatherly, goody-goody to do now?
Crack open a case of root BEER, kick back on the bean bag with my KJV bible and watch a little TBN I guess. Ahhh the suburbia life...
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What do you need, Eric?
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