Today, while I was driving, The Meat Wagon aka Black Betty aka Big Bertha aka The Beast II straight up died. She has been feeling ill these past couple months but I never thought it would be fatal. After 280,000 miles I guess it was just her time.
The Triple A guy, Brandon, told me he had three of them (1990 Chevy Suburban) and that they are a great car...except for the carburetor. I still don't know if I can afford to replace the part and pay for auto repair, which is like $95 an hour and mechanics couldn't even find their dick with a map in an hour so that would be a fucking nightmare.
I had only known you for two years but I'll never forget you for the rest of my life.
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