Red like blood and shiny paint

I wrote a cheque for my last car payment yesterday — remember it's a cheap 1980's car so this isn't really a monumental occasion — and hit a raccoon shortly afterwards.

I swerved to aviod hitting the poor creature, but it was too late. The thud was so loud I didn't stop to see if he'd be okay. It was so gross and so sad.

After having paid my car off, I was thinking that maybe I could keep it, just for fun. But the accident reminded me that I don't want to keep wrecking the world with my car as the weapon.

I'll keep my car as long as I keep my job. After that, it'll be back to carpooling, taking the bus or begging my mom to drive me places.