An era has ended

And my 1994 Chevy Corsica is now the prized possession of one E. Grim.  He has affectionately named it Red Stupid (a product of one of our many in-jokes).  I get visitation rights every Wednesday (for band practice, you know).

My parents gave me that car in 1997, after my Geo Storm (aka the "Tupperware Deathtrap") crapped out.  While it never gave me the joy that TD gave me, it served me well.  We went on many a road trip, band practice, date, et cetera.  On many a night out to the club, we listened to Underworld and The Prodigy...through breakbeat, jungle, drum-n-bass, on to many different genres and subgenres, it was with me.

I'm happy that it's in such good hands.  I really am.  I didn't expect to be very sentimental about it, yet here I am writing an entire blog entry about it.

And now, I need to see if anyone paid their rent that I didn't find out about yesterday...