Easy come, easy go (except for that one tearful episode on the side of the road)

I am no longer the proud owner of a 1987 Chevrolet Caprice Classic Brougham. I did not get a chance to buy a full-length mirror, take someone to the airport, or flee. But I did have a strangely life-affirming moment while driving around my apartment complex listening to the Steve Miller Band. Who could have predicted that? Aside from Maurice, that pompitous-of-love-speaking bastard.