72 Chevelle. Loved that sob. One day the old man said you get a job today?(16, talked to the girl who worked with me into quitting and going back to her place to smoke and get busy). I said no, ill go get one tomorrow. The old man grabbed the keys outta my hand, went out and pulled it into the garage and started sanding it. Im like wtf are you doin?!?! He said I told you keep a job or the cars gone. He painted the sob at 2am, and 6pm the next day it went to auction.
No offense, but your dad was a dick.
