Yesterday was the deciding factor for me. Geoffrey, I said, you hate driving this car so much. It’s been in the family for a long, long time, and they don’t want you to get rid of it because they’ve spent so much money on its health over the years, but you can’t stand it any longer. I know you don’t care about your image all that much – a car is just a car, you used to say – but the longer you stay on with this hunk of family the bigger your chances are of driving it into a ditch, a river, a cement wall – I don’t know – I guess what I’m driving at is you need to get rid of the motherfucker.
Save up your money to buy yourself a nice motorcycle. Don’t worry about the winter just yet, hell I’m sure you can take the bus most places, ride your bicycle as well. The fact is you need to get rid of the van. It’s not a novelty anymore. It’s a bitch. I know how much you dislike bitches, too. She’s not a fancy lover, nor an elegant ride – she’s a bitch that needs to die. Death is a little too harsh… she’s past her prime, and you’re finally easing into the beginnings of yours, so why don’t you act your age, and for pete’s sake buy a motorcycle. Don’t get a hog, or a dirtbike, something sleek… aw dammit just buy a motorcycle this year. Buy a motorcycle, and rent a place for yourself in Minneapolis. Live, then move! All you need to do is keep moving! There’s time now! You need to live for another year! Save your fucking money this time!
