My father has bought a "new" car (meaning more recently used). This means I get his blue Honda Accord, which is good because my car has been having problems of late; the suspension is gone and I'm pretty sure I was getting gassed somehow on the way to my parents house.
But this also means that my car is going to the junkyard tomorrow. I really don't feel good about this at all. I shot a whole bunch of photos of it sitting parked, because some time tomorrow it's going to die for all intents and purposes. And I will have killed it.
I would feel so much better about this if someone had just screamed around the corner and creamed it, because it wouldn't feel like shooting an ailing but still able friend in the head.
Tomorrow I'll have to clean out almost ten years of accumulated crap out of it. I'm losing it already, I don't know how I'll deal with that.
1982-2004