Just sold my adorable little beater truck and am feeling genuinely verklempt about it. I will miss the CD player most of all. Gonna take it for one last spin while air drumming to Rocket Queen and savouring every look of sheer envy and wanton carnal lust that comes my way.
This is known as the "Willy Loman" photograph among my friends. You can see the tail of my beloved truck behind my barrel. I was seeking comfort in Missoula, shortly after my divorce. I don't know why I am shirtless and barefoot, but I've learned to stop asking questions.
Cleaning out my sweet summer child of a truck, reflecting on many happy memories of crumpled road atlases and my amazing taste in music. God, the simple pleasures of paper maps and passenger-seat DJs. I will cry when I turn over the keys.
See REM? I was driving to San Francisco to see a girl and knew she liked that record. I bought it for $3.99 from Rockin' Rudy's in Missoula on my way. Played it for her on our drive back east. Anyway, she's now my VERY REAL GIRLFRIEND. Never underestimate old man game, kids.

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