I understand. Life isn't fair. While I was nestled warm in bed in the wee hours of the morning, you were to roam the streets on your skateboard searching for meaning in this ous, heartless world. It's not your fault; in a world of Socs vs. I understand that the only thing you can do is spend your nights listening to Simple Plan while kicking and pushing your way across the cruel city searching for something, anything, and wondering why nothing you do is ever good enough for your father why can't he just get you?
I understand that there are few things as majestic as a slightly rusting Grand ; the salt and dirt covered glow of the white "special edition" Jeep beaming like a beacon of hope in the night.
Because the streets of Provo, UT are cold and hard, and aren't we all just looking for a little bit of hope? I get it. It had to be yours. You want a new beginning. You're tired of trying to keep your skinny jeans up, as much as they can be "up" since they are too skinny to actually fit over your butt. The struggle is real. You want to be a man, not a boy.
And what the man you have become. You're already making practical choices, picking out the most humble car on a street lined with other options. Perhaps not your best choice, but practical for sure. Your motives were clearly not driven by pride, and that, , I can respect. It's a "choose your own adventure! Not into the outdoors? That's understandable. A guy who is willing to steal someone else's hard-earned stuff most likely doesn't know how to actually survive anywhere. That and the father that hates you obviously never taught you how to set up a tent or how to even get to the woods for that matter.
No worries, feel free to choose between my wool peacoat or my feisty red trench, both will undoubtedly look fabulous on you. Feel free to pair either with my favorite wedges. They might not be practical for your skateboarding escapades, but then again, you clearly knew that when you chose to leave that wooden slice of behind.
