I was pretty lucky to have my girlfriend use chalk paint on my car to ask me to homecoming.
Haha, sure, some people gave me shit for being asked by a girl instead of the other way around. But I’m not like that. I believe in equal stuff for all kinds of people. I mean, not if they’re assholes or handicapped or Pacific Islanders, but for all People, people.
Anyway, she used that chalk paint stuff and wrote all over my windows. “Will U go 2 Homecoming w/ Me?” “Seniors!” “Luv U” and all that kind of stuff.
Honestly, I didn’t think that car would last even to the end of the year, you know? I drove it like a fucking RC car. I honestly took it to a BMX track once, and I drove fast because my main concern was getting it high-centered. So I drove over a ramp at 40 because, you know, god forbid it get high-centered.
But here I am, 10 years later, same car.
It was kind of just there a few months. Then it became a joke, how long can Pete keep that shit on his window. Then things took a turn and it was more about not giving a damn.
Sure, I guess I could’ve washed it. But don’t you think that the kind of person who has carwash money has new car money eventually? I mean, don’t you just save that carwash money for a new car? And don’t you start by buying things like non-ramen meals and any sort of thing that might potentially make you happy? With the occasional real estate seminar scam draining the ol bank account a little bit here and there.
It’s really not that bad. I mean, it’s nice to see that someone loved you, even if that person eventually parked her car on a train track when she found out she was pregnant with triplets.
Recently it DID cause a little friction. A cop pulled me over, and he started asking me a bunch of questions. It turns out he thought that I was trying to lure kids to my car, or disguise it so I could park at the high school or something.
Next time it rains, I’m definitely pushing my car outside. I try to push it because that saves the gas from coming out of the garage.