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02-11-2014 09:30 PM |
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Originally Posted by giodog2000
(Post 979924)
It never was about the money (not happy about it but I can live with that) it's the constant deceptions and loosing the trust of this beautiful car. Tonight, I just can't see how, even though I'm on top of my game for maintenance, it's gonna stop and it's giving me no sign that it will stop.
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This reminds me of a short story a friend of mine wrote. It was about the love of his young life with whom he'd parted ways after college. She was a hawt, private school girl from a stable family with plenty of money. They partied very, very hard together and then they lost touch. Until he got a call from her about 20 years later.
He jumped at the chance to meet up with her after 2 failed marriages. He'd never loved anyone like her. She picked a fast food place in a border line part of town. He saw her and recognized her instantly even though years of hard core substance and physical abuse had taken toll.
They reminisced. Laughed. Cried. He offered to take her away. She refused knowing her addiction would never hold no matter how much he loved her. He drove her back to a cheap motel where she lived trick to trick. As they hugged and he felt the bones flex just beneath her ragged skin, he said he couldn't help thinking about a life for the two of them. How he could just whisk her away right then and all would be great again. But she instead disappeared in a dark door behind a dark man who'd let her in.
He told me that story and I thought, Wow. That's kinda like owning a BMW for about 20 years. :rofl:
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