11/30/2003 11:29:03 PM|||Travis|||

Goodby Mercedes and hello Bacara Bar.

Yes its sad but true. My father has reclaimed ownership of his Mercedes and I can no longer use it, which is just too damn bad. It was just getting to become cool and I was starting to consider it mine, to a certain degree.

So I am back in the the Range, the FO... the object of my teenage years. It still smells, which is pretty much impossible to rid at this point. After an entire high school career of football, basketball and track- there isn't much left to be done. Its unique odor must simply be taken, like smelling a bad fart in a line.

It has such a history though, that everytime I take a ride, it almost doesn't matter that its so damn old. All the new BMW's and such don't have this... they have no character. My truck has battle scars, stories.... its own persona. Thats why its still so cool, and actually impresses people if you can shed positive light on it.

Such as one of the last girls who I picked up from the Radison, before they promptly fired me said- wow, I haven't ridden in a truck for ages. And my truck gives the full experience- bad handling, bad smells and very little room for the person who sits in the middle. But it makes it all the funner to play with the stick shift, excpecially when a female is straddling it :)

Hehe... dirty, dirty thoughts. But true though. That stick shift has seen more action than... a.... priest. Its no Bill Clinton, but hey- it still gets around.

I was excited today when Jake told me that we had to stop by the Bus Station to pick up a "hobo". I knew he was refering to someone we knew, but the suprise overtook me. I started to daydream of all the friends I wished would have come.... mostly people from MT. I wasn't so lucky though, for it was only Kian. Kian is cool, and I realized that I should spend more time with him, but he is not one of the few people I have had a really close friendship with in the past.

Yea, and movies have become my live. Mystic River, Chocolat, Chicago... and probably another movie or two have all been consumed.

Time for some books.

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