Nooooooooooo!!!!!
An intense ice storm swept over Louisville this week. Something like a quarter million people around Louisville are still without power. Things are apocalyptic. And my car has a branch on it.
It makes you think. I can remember, lucidly, what he was like before he had a huge fucking branch on him. He’s a 1996 Toyota Camry. He’s got four doors that open, as well as close. The “y” is missing on the rear end, so when you ghost ride up from behind, my automobile reads more like “Camr.” That’s where he got his name – Camr’on – named after one of my favorite songwriters (though the apostrophe is in a different place than the actual Cam’ron for logistical purposes). Camr’on and I shared good times and bad. He trudged on like a fucking champ all throughout the holiday pilgrimage quest. He takes me to and from work. He was excited to take us to camping trips in the spring, as well.
Camr’on was efficient – usually scoring 28 to 30 MPG highway. He’s top of his class. Camr’on has a V6 and does not fuck around. It’s not easy being green, but Camr’on pulls it off well. Under some light, he looks blue. And under other light, he looks happy.
Though I will also cherish the memories that I had of Camr’on before he had a branch on him, I will love and accept this new Cam’ron. It’s just like when my grandfather got Alzheimer’s. You learn to love the new person just the same. I’ll miss you Camr’on Sans Branch, but I’m ready to help you (and I as well) learn to accept your new branchful life, Camr’on.
MP3 :::
Incredible String Band – Swift As the Wind
High Places – The Storm
Grouper – Wind and Snow
Swirlies – Park the Car By the Side of the Road
Mayo Thompson – Around the Home
Can – Swan Song
United States of America – Coming Down
