i mostly don't care about cars.
that's no joke.
i don't place excessive value or status on what
kind of vehicle i'm currently cruising around it.
it's conveyance, mostly, and that's it.
sure,
some people geek out over fancy tricked-out,
geared-up, big, burly-engined performance machines.
me?
i mostly just hate walking in the elements.
ugh.
wind and rain can totally suck all the balls.
real talk.
that said,
after five hard-pounded years,
my car finally succumbed to my poor operating skills,
and sh!t the bed.
the car is dead,
long live the car.
teleport:
brand spanking new hottness.
i GOT they.
my new car search involved just one thing-
seriously.
i showed up at the dealer with my old busted jauns,
pointed at that molto fresh-looking rig,
and just asked one essential determining question-
is this one expert?
and then i bought it.
no test drives;
no features and options explanations;
i didn't lift up the hood;
(i wouldn't know what i was looking at anyway)
no weak sauce back and forth haggle b!tchbaggery.
i said i wanted the dopeness,
they showed me the car,
and we made the magic happen.
the first time i sat in it,
i drove it off the lot.
really real mutha-'uckers be like that.
believe it.
ballin' out on big ticket purchases during the slowest season,
and during the holiday season,
and during the early-winter season?
neighbors,
i doo-doo that ill-advised up-here rich-type sh!t.
hahahaha.
stoopidheaded luxury activation is what i needed.
awwwwww,
sometimes,
being dumb is good for you.
i know, i know,
i mostly don't care about cars, still.
i definitely don't care about YOUR car.
that's for sh!t-sure.
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documenting these days, y'all.
because it's all really happening.
i've got harvest and maple here with me,
cruising around in our brand new conveyance,
keeping it rural,
keeping it real,
keeping it Folk Life & Liberated.
this is What Is,
and i'm pretty flippin' pleased to be a part of it;
never quiet, never soft.....
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