In the morning I am driving 5 hours with Pretty - my girlfriend (her name is actually the same as mine... no - not Toast) to see some friends of hers in this little town near Ocala Florida. She grew up near them. Not in Florida though... She's a Northern Girl. If you look on Yahoo Maps at Ocala Florida, and draw a circle around it encompassing all the places you can drive to within 5 hours, you can see a whole lot of places that I might live in... And you care why?

We are driving my new car. New to me that is. The Old Shitbox as she was so lovingly referred to was is now living her life as some losers only means of transportation up in Michigan. Can you believe he flew all the way down here from MI to pick it from the lady who bought it from me (for $300). Talk about desperate for a free ride (the lady gave him the car). Hell, he could have bought a $300 car in Michigan, and saved himself the drive back, which in "The Old Shitbox" was no treat I can imagine...

Oh yeah, the new car. Well, it's a 96 Maxima. By far the largest and most luxurious car I have ever owned - even though it's used. Black on black leather. Nice rims and new tires (thanks to my Mastercard).

I hope we get there okay. It (the new car) has a few miles on it. Pretty wants to drive her truck but I am more comfortable in "the Maxima". Actually, I think she just wants to smoke without thinking that I am frowning at her...