bruce raze she had an old blue chrysler that talked. not a lot of cars had anything to say back then. hers did. she named him bruce. one time her daughter took bruce without asking. she wanted a road_trip with her friends. problem was they didn't know where the fuck they wanted to go. they were on the highway when someone shouted something about missing an exit. she turned without checking to see what was in the next lane and plowed straight into another car. she could have died. everyone could have died. but she was fine, and her friends were fine, and they all thought it was funny. the insurance company said it was a write-off. jerome got on his back and took a look at bruce's bruised belly. just to be sure. "the frame's bent," he said. "it's toast." bruce, or what was left of him, was shipped off to the junkyard. he never spoke again. 220611 what's it to you? who go blather from