This album makes me cry. For the past 11 years, my primary mode of transportation was a 1972 Chevy El Camino SS. It was the first purchase I made when I moved to LA in 2000. If you're not familiar with the El Camino, it has the hot rod front with a truck back which you can easily throw a mattress into and have sex. When I was 12-years-old, it was the exact car that I learned to drive in and when I went West, it was the only thing I wanted. In the decade-plus I had the car, I only let 2 other people drive it and both times the car got fucked up.
After the first time, I vowed never to let anyone drive the car again. Ten years passed and I must have forgotten my cardinal rule. I lent the El Camino to my fucking brother-in-law for one month and in that time, he seized my engine, rendering the car "completely useless" unless it gets a new engine, which he can't afford.
So once again I'm fucked.
And this album makes me think about my poor dead car.

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