Seriously, I'm getting to a point here.

When I was still living at home during summers at college, I'd see him and one of the other boys all-grown-up coming and going from their families' places, as well. The 'other' of the two got a black Scion at some point. The other, the one who threw his cat off things, got something he proceeded to paint a really hideous fluorescent green (and badly, at that), and which he kept in his parents' garage whenever he was over. So I'd never gotten a close look at it 'til yesterday, when I was going over to take some things to my grandmother.

It's showing far too much wear ... it hasn't been taken very good care of ... and it's an FD. A nasty flo-green FD that he painted himself and fills with his buddies like it's a clown car. And I want to cry.

Now, having managed to take a good look through the window, it doesn't look as bad as it could. But that's not saying much. I have no idea what it's like under the hood, but knowing this kid ... if he threw his cat off the porch roof, God only knows what he's managed here. It's also got a For Sale sign in the window, and it's like going to the pet store and seeing a sickly animal in a squalid cage ... you want to buy it just to get it away from that horrible place, but you're not sure if there's any saving it at this point. And also, you've kind of got your heart set on a Sil-Eighty. Me, rather ... not the person at the hypothetical pet store. I don't want to see a puppy with a Silvia front.

Also, I appear to be missing a co-writer. Reward is a video of him getting smacked in the nuts with a Nerf bat negotiable.

If you have been, I'm awake now.