Letters at 3AM
Happiness costs. I know better now than to indulge this happiness, but still I drive on and I can't or won't stop. It isn't right that I and my Chevy, and you and your car, eat up the world's resources at the rate we do. We're driving in sin.
"...The crap is: the car. My beloved car. A '69 Chevy that I've driven for 30 years. I know..."