tires raze he said he didn't understand why he would have a dream about getting rid of the car. not when we worked so hard to buy our freedom back after the last car we had was repossessed, towed from where it sat in our driveway by people who didn't give a fuck about us. because of new tires we couldn't afford. because of fine print. because of one missed payment. it didn't make sense that he would want to let this one go. he said the strangest thing was there wasn't any paperwork. they didn't even pay him anything. he handed over the keys and the chrysler at a used car lot, and a man nodded and said he would take it from there. and that was it. we walked back to a house that wasn't ours. it started to sink in. what he'd done. what a mistake it was. he met with a woman who said she could straighten the whole thing out with one phone call. but she wasn't sure she wanted to make that call. and that's most people these days, i guess. all they see is themselves. but not everyone's like that. not all the time. and in the waking world, we've still got our wheels. 220722 what's it to you? who go blather from