| That's my car. It transported me faithfully for nearly five years. It had over 200,000 miles on it. At least half of those were put on it by yours truly. I am a driving fool; or was, anyway. |
| My Car |
| The Story |
| On a warm summer's eve on a train bound for no where. I met up with the gambler. We were both too tired to sleep . . . No. Wait. That's not my story. It was May 5, 2001. I had helped out at the Ball State University Commencement. If you had a high enough g.p.a. you were sent a letter telling you how great you are and that since you are so great you would love to volunteer to do whatever we ask you to do. Some suckers actually take this overture for cheap labor. These people show up at the Commencement green at 8:30 am on a Saturday. I am a sucker. |
| I'm not really a sucker. I just happen to have a high g.p.a. and a strong sense of social responsibility. Anyway, my day started early, I hadn't gotten the sleep I needed, and I stayed over at a friend's too late that day on top of that. On the way home at 1:00 am I drifted to sleep . . . and drifted out of my lane towards a bridge railing. |
| Sucker or not? |
| The man reflected in the window of my car over there is my dad. The silver car is his. He took some pictures of his car on the same roll of film that he took pictures of my car. Isn't he a funny guy? |
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| Imagine the picture of a screaming sucker. |
| I rolled over 1. . . 2. . . and a half times. I was on my head. You know what my injuries- scratch that -injury was? A lightly scraped knee. I love seat belts : ) |
