Till Death Do Us Part
- Written for : Michael Carmichael - I just bought a new (to me) used car, and I want to vomit. Every time I turn it on, I'm sure that it will fail. The dealer smiled and took my cash, the websites say it's going to last, I got the Carfax, paid the sales tax, and checked the Kelly Blue. I brought a friend, and during the spin, I asked, "What would you do?" He said, "bla, bla, bla, value, bla, reliable, bla, bla, toyota, bla, i mean it's not new, but, bla" and "ultimately, it's your choice". Tuning him out, and feeling the doubt peeking up through the rich and black soil, I acknowledged the age, and the chipping of paint, the dents, and the very small trunk. The weird looking gauge, and the powerful rage if, this man is just selling me junk. The transmission could tremble, the boosters could burst, the fluids could bubble and drip, the motor could drop, the roof could just flop, the bearings could stumble and slip. Or just bursts into flame...