Monday

There won't be enough room in the ground for all the coffins by the year so and so, but it is still kind of funny to see your old car, the car you sold so long ago - to see it parked somewhere or just broke down, and you know it was yours because of the dent that happened that time you made that ‘misjudgement.'

My banged-up old car - I'd drive it, and when I beeped the horn, instead of beepin' she'd go "LOVE! LOVE!"

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