Today Henry died, I feel I've lost a part of me

Sunday, August 13, 2006
Henry Died...I feel like a part of me is missing now
This week I lost the most reliable man I ever had, Henry. Henry died on Thursday. He has been there for me through so much. He was there when I learned to drive. He was there when I went on my first road trip without my parents. He was with me through six wrecks (two were my fault shut up). He was with me my first day in college.

He's met all of my boyfriends, the good and the bad, the psycho and the calm, the wonderful and the feared. And he stood there and was sturdy dependable (most of the time) Henry.

These past two years I haven't been that close to Henry, we kinda grew apart. But he was still a part of me, he gave me strength and courage in certain situations.

On Thursday, my truck Henry the Dirty Green Dodge died. The transmission blew again. He's not dependable anymore, hes immobile, he's rusty and faded, he's old and decripid.

And I think he's for sale to someone who wants to invest in a truck that needs a transmission. Make an offer.



But hey at least I have Xaviar the Beast! He's sleek and sexy and reliable and powerful and makes for a nice ride!