It feels like it’s taken forever to reach this day, but it’s only been a scant 5 years, 7 months, and 4 days since I entered a state of indentured servitude to own a car that wouldn’t break down on me. Just a mere 2,042 days from that fateful day I drove off the lot, pleding my life and $300 or so a month.
But today, I’m am happy to say that I’ve just sent off the last of those payments. In about three weeks I should be receiving the title in the mail for that battle-scarred chariot that sits outside my apartment, attracting road grime and the occasional punk-ass vandal. Not too shabby for a man who has always had trouble with his money and once lost said car to the repo-man.
Right now I’m contemplating framing the title and hanging it over my desk instead of putting it in the fire-proof box with all my other important documents, but I’m sure that insane notion will fade. In fact, it’s already getting kind of fuzzy….
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