Blazer

Dear Blazer,

We have had some good times haven't we?

I remember when we first met. It was a beautiful summer afternoon and your cousin: Black Blazer, had just kicked the bucket. To be honest, Black Blazer was a bit unfaithful. He was unreliable, unloyal, and had trouble with his gas addiction. I told everyone that you were different though and you promised me that you were. We drove together to get food at night and carried some colorful passengers huh? You remember that Blazer?

Those were the puppy love days huh blazer? Something about your height was empowering, the roar your engine was a welcome change from the purr of my previous lover: Sunfire. Yes Blazer we had it made....then you had to go and fuck things up didn't you?

Your addiction to gasoline hurts Blazer. Sometimes I feel like you would much rather be stoned at the pump than crusing through the wind with me in your lap. Sometimes I feel like you don't even realize that your expenses go almost completely to gasoline. Its a dark path you are heading down Blazer, one that you will need my help to get out of.

Look Blazer, you are getting old yes but it is no excuse to let yourself go like you have. Overheated brake pads locking up, air conditioner busted, radiator leaking, engine coolant slowly draining, fuel injectors shot...this is what happens when you let your addiction carry you down the wrong path Blazer.

Look I care about you but I can only be so strong for you. Pick your act up or you will be packing up your stuff and heading down that long and dusty path by yourself instead of with me.

love,

Ryan