ghettofied

I would like to declare that I am now completely ghettofied. Ghettofied, you ask… what does that mean? Well, it is a word that I am making up for my car. Yesterday, who knows how, my car started purring, loudly. The kids I was transporting were asking questions about why it was so loud. Questions, of course, I could not answer. I suppose that there is a hole somewhere in my exhaust system. And I think to myself, when should one start caring and/or completely stop caring about their car? I already have numerous dents and scratches. There is a crazy loud thump when one turns a corner in my beloved car. Not to mention the sounds of it struggling to run (I don’t think it is struggling though. Maybe my car is trying to speak to me, saying, please, take care of me.) The blower motor for the air/heat, it makes some funny noises too. Is it time to put some serious money into the car to make it run/look better? Or is it time to just declare it ghettofied and laugh with each new character building fault? One of my co-workers just made fun of my car for the shattered glass remnants still on the floor from my break-in back in February.

I don’t know, what do you think?

I was told yesterday by a friend, that he didn’t think it was going to blow up and for that I’m thankful.