Special K: ...Speaking of my brother, that’s why I’m in Denver. Transfer the title of his car (which I now own) and tell the nursing home to fucking stop sending me bills because they already drained his every cent.
b1-66er: What kinda car?
K: Recent model Prius.
b1: ¿¡REALLY!?
That's totally unexpected. I'm retrospect, that vehicle may be his best trait.
(& I hate having to make him seem better in my mind.)
K: BTW he wanted his epitaph to read “Big fat tires and everything” (a quote from Highway Star by Deep Purple). And he wanted a picture of a 1957 Buick Special Riviera on there too.
K: BTW he wanted his epitaph to read “Big fat tires and everything” (a quote from Highway Star by Deep Purple). And he wanted a picture of a 1957 Buick Special Riviera on there too.
b1: (I had to look up
BSR
I don't have that vehicle in my mental garage.)
K: I didn’t know it at all.
b1: It's a cool car in the
'57 Chevy
sense of the word. But it makes me wonder if he was confusing that.
Which allows me to reset hating on him.
Which helps realign my stars.
And that's is a good thing.
