||[Mar. 29th, 2009|08:14 pm]
I'm ambivalent towards cars. Growing up in the sticks your life depends on one. I guess that's why we fight for gas even though I got tons in my bubble butt.|
Cars suck when you don't have money. Used cars suck bottles of dick juice and taking them in to the shop sucks even more. I guess cars don't suck if you are poor and know how to work on them. However, if you know how to work on cars I'm sure you can make tons of cash charging to repair them. Then you can afford a brand new one that has a warranty and the dealer can deal with your bullshit.
But what the fuck? Maybe you are good at working on cars because you have a passion for it. Then you wouldn't buy a new car you would get one of those classics you build yourself by order the parts off ebay or some kijiji shit. Wait, then how will you have the time to work on other people's cars to make the money to buy these expensive parts and wouldn't you burn out from working on cars on your free time as well as your job? Then working on cars wouldn't be a good leisure activity.
So you ask what the hell do the pimp your ride dudes do? I'm sure they hang out at tattoo parlors, go to strip clubs and do a lot of drugs. But what happens when that effects your car repairing performance. Well, then you wont have the cash flow to sustain your lifestyle.
I guess life's all about balance and moderation.
I have to take my sister's car back into the shop tomorrow morning. I like flipping through auto trader, which is a car classified magazine, while i wait. I noticed all the cars I dreamed about buying when I was in high school are dirt cheap. I guess it's the economy and the fact that you can finance a brand new car for nothing. The auto industry has gone up ass creek.
2006 Jag for 6 grand. Shit, makes me want to get a job just to buy a car. Shit, makes me want to complete my graduated licensing. Shit, I'm just thinking about cars because I started to drive around my sister's whip and love listening to tunes cruising in this weather. Motherfucker it's spring and my brain is starting to work again.
So is my dick. Cars get you pussy 'cause girls like security. Man with car means he gets shit done. It's biological and if I want to spread my germ I gotta start picking at them scabs.
It's so easy for me to mindfuck people so why wont I start making money so I can project my inner self in wealth. I act all holier than thou cause I don't care about money. Well, this is the world we live in and status is based off wealth. I shouldn't care what others think of me but I do need to prove a point and I'd like to to lay down my pipe.
Fine. Time to make money again.