I don't believe I ever

I don't believe I ever properly named my car, so I don't believe I can give her a proper eulogy. Today we sold my car for $100 just to get it out of our driveway. The car I learned to drive in. The car I eventually unlearned to drive because of. Lot of good memories. There was that time I picked that girl up at her house and when we stopped at her mother's real estate office it wouldn't start again and we were stranded and then the girl's mother was fired in front of us and it was really awkward and we couldn't escape because we were stuck. There was the time my muscles were so tired from a long day of bussing tables and I could barely turn the wheel and then I veered a little bit to the right, side-swiping the curve and blowing my tire. There was that time we hitched it to the back of a U-Haul and towed it across the entire east coast to get it up here, only so it's engine could virtually fall apart a few months later and leave me where I am now.

Stuck in the house.

My father always says I can take the Jag. It's been months without driving now, I'm not going to start with his Jag.