Need vs. Want

I’ve put my 2001 Honda with 32,800 miles in good, not to be mistaken with mint, condition up for sale. Wink. Wink. Knudge. Any takers? I even gave my car some love and took it for a carwash. It’s not that I neglect my car; it’s just that I’m simply a lethargic slug, lazy for short. Hell, I’m not sure a homeless person would make my car his home, because on top of lazy I’m also a slob.

We’re on the mission for a car before the snow season begins, trying to steer away from SUVs, but boy they sure are shmoove. A requirement more than a must is a 4-wheel drive; Shane’s a board jock, a true sucker for snow. We were shooting for an Audi, but after speaking to too many unsatisfied customers, we’re leaning towards the BMW, 3 series sports package. Shane’s taken the 3 series out for a test drive as I sat in the backseat hung over, but from where I sat the ride was smooth, even if this car would be my ride. Irony, I’m a few months from paying off my car only to take on a new one.

Flashback: 1993, lower Haight flat two floors above Toronado, throwing my old boyfriend down two flights of stairs for stealing my hard earned savings for a Dodge Dart or Welding equipment. I kicked him in the gut first when I found out he pawned my bass guitar and my amp.

Meanwhile, I need to post my car on Craig list, because I’m not trading my car with a dealer. I might as well sell my reproduction organs, if I’m pursuing that route.

Lesson: Silly Grasshopper it is only destiny that can determine your fate, not your legs.