tuesday 11:22pm august thirteenth two thousand two
some may know of the legend of el cacharro. it was my car back in high school. it was very old. it was very large. a blue 1981 ninety-eight oldsmobile with a heart of gold. in the formative months of the squad, it was the transportation. it played 8-tracks. it did some pseudo-hydraulics thing. large, fuzzy dice hung proudly like testicles from the rearviewmirror.
and after a long, full life, el cacharro died.
since then, it's sat in the driveway. a shrine to the old days. plants thrived in its shadows. wasps built homes in its crevasses. the Z-ROCK bumper stickers shriveled. the ceiling fabric sunk down to make love to the seats.
but today, my friends, I got a troubling e-mail from my mom. it didn't have any words, but it spoke volumes through four saddening pictures.
hold your loved ones tight as you view:
THE DEATH OF EL CACHARRO