Love You, Miss You, Honda Accord.
250,000 Miles and ∞ Good Times
March 6, 2009
Oil on Panel
I love you my old car and I’m sorry I traded you in for a hot newer version and she’s not even half as cool as you, she’s just more reliable and her parts are cleaner and I feel so raw about it because I sold you away, my love. But believe me when I say that I will never forget all the crap dates we went on, all the roads we’d spin out on and drift on when I pulled up hard on the e-brake when the city was all misty eyed like me now, and believe me when I say I’m sorry for spilling food and drinks and crap on you all those times but I really do believe that that’s what gave us character, and damn you had the best sound system for how old you were, but damn you couldn’t play Kanye for shit, and I never understood that, and your defroster sucked, but your air conditioner was great, and we were great together. Thanks for waiting on me all those years and for serving my entourage and me. Baby, may our cortège continuously cruise in my dreams and in heaven. You will never die in my heart, my love, and may who ever owns you next deliver you safely and soundly to Acapulco to love you also and to wax you near the beach, while beautiful young girls sit on your seats.
Going Places by Teenage Fanclub
thanks to Mars Needs Guitars Blog
