Memoir

Memoir 1979 Toyota. My curse. Dad urged me to buy something shiny. Said that is how you date the pretty girls. I called that bull. Girls don't care about what you drive. I defended girls, thinking they're not materialistic. I took up for girls. They don't care about what you drive. I was then loving. Maybe I was so loving because I was raised by granny. Dad said to drive something nice & shiny to date the pretty girls. Why was he that way? All I could afford was a piece of junk. Granny, at my 16th birthday. Said that my promised truck was a dream. It filled me with wrath. So the lying was hard. I remained admiring of girls. Girls don't care what you drive. I was adoring of them. Girls don't care what you drive. My doting personality rooted from Granny's care. Girls don't care what you drive. I was affectionate. Dad said to date pretty girls drive a shiny car. MY TRUCK BROKE DOWN 7 DAYS A WEEK! Insurance, payment, parts, gas for a gas hog! I was so broke!