The 2004 Chevy cavalier I call my home on wheels

  Bright red but not annoyingly so. With a sleek exterior and a modest interior. A nice looking stereo set with less than quality speakers for accompaniment

  The piece of cardboard stuck between the window and dashboard to stop the annoying squeaking noise

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  The hunk of junk I’ve shared many stories in. I’ve cried the most in this thing. Laughed the most too. Driven fast enough to make any nun cry out to god for fear of their lives, and slow enough to enjoy the back roads of snohomish county

  To some this thing is a tool, something I need to use to get around in. But I’ve always felt like it’s not just a tool

  It’s mine, and I need it

  Because it’s a haven

  Something I can hop in to take my mind off of things. Or to drive and just let my emotions out without fear of people seeing. I don’t know what I’d do without it

  My 2004 Chevy Cavalier

  R.I.Pes