
My grandparents purchased a car so I can be a human again. I do so love my grandparents and that they help with what they can. I couldn't have made it even this far without them.
I now have a 93 Coupe Deville. 8 cylinders of gas guzzling luxury ride. I can get to work, the library, and soon to school in plush cracked leather upholstery. I will be a sweet pimp styled driver.

My grandparents are positive that driving from Clio to "Detroit" is what killed my previous conveyance. So I have a car under the conditions that it doesn't leave Genesee County, and that I keep the oil checked and changed, and all the other regular maintenance. No Biggy, in the scheme of things, but even though I have a car, I really can't come down to see everyone like I would like to.
boo to you not coming down here.