Dearest O’Malley by Natalie McKinney
Dedicated to Joe Popplewell and my husband, Nathan Popplewell





Introduction
"My life had started on a conveyer belt at a Chevrolet manufacture in 1967. I was white as a cloud but glossy with shine. it was all at a factory in Arlington Texas united states. There are two Chevrolet factories located in the USA; one in Texas and the other in Bowling Green Kentucky. There is also one in Ingersoll Ontario, Canada and another in South Korea in current use. Usually Chevrolet Malibu cars were made in Hamtramck, Michigan and in Detroit as my ancestry goes back, but I was proudly born and raised in Texas. My mother came from Detroit and my father came from the longhorn state in Texas where the longhorn cattle roamed and nestled and also where the football team played in the kick-off at the stadium. When I was 12 months old, I was weaned, sold, and transported to Farmington New Mexico. There in that town, were some parts that reminded me of Texas...since I was born there that reminded me of my home that Farmington had so I didn't get homesick. I had one sister, and three older brothers that were shipped into different states of America that I never saw again. My lucky brother; Edgar ended up on Route 66, close to my mother's home state and he was living like a king. As again, i was rowdy and wild outside, but kind-hearted inside for a young stud from Texas. I sure didn't have the accent, but i fought like one and if they got fresh with a Texan, they'd better watch out. They were tough and bared no mercy on the sinners making fun of them.

my story had a unique pattern where it starts as fiction-like back-story and plays onto historical events and comes back to fiction again. Now, I know it sounds like an unusual autobiography, but I heard stories that were like that just like Eleanor Roosevelt before she met her husband or like President John F. Kennedy, but with a true story that it just had some parts missing and covered up because it was unbearable to put in the textbooks. it was so classified that even historians took it out so the teachers wouldn't tell their students about what those parts happened that got covered up like the happening where John was invited to an extraterrestrial space craft and the real assassination on him for sharing alien information that wasn't suppose to know. Right now, I'll lay out a summery of what's ahead in my story,. First I'll start by coming from an abusive husband that would kick me, then going home to Gladas Kennedy to Joe Popplewell, to be driven around a while by Jan and Randy to bonding with Nathan and to making a match for him by meeting Natalie. There was a lot in my life that happened. i had many moments where i got attention from people in town that i was a nice car and it delighted me to see people interested in legends like myself to be out and rolling, unlike the cars made today that are made out of plastic and look nothing like the original cars like the chargers and the newest Malibu designs. When people passed me by, some of them would laugh, which could only mean one thing; they were blind and had no taste. I didn't usually give a care on the insult and I just drop it and walk away not caring to look into the bother. I did things years ago that I enjoyed and never looked back at because it was long gone that happened in the years, put behind me such as trouble with the law and moon shining in the woods and getting familiarized with marijuana laws in states that allow it like in Colorado. they call it medicine when it can make you high for days. Now, New Mexico was working on getting it legalized because hey, Colorado spreads the word that it can help cure and reduce pain. Durango had a lot of stoners that say they were impressed and why in the world does New Mexico need more tweekers? In the 60s, marijuana was a gateway into serenity rather if you were a hippie or just horsing around. It still was a thing then and will be now. There is a lot of advantages of growing up in the 1960s like dating, diners road racing, moon shining, cruising, groovy television shows that weren't terrible and the swap meets that weren't bad. I even got to see my first movie at the drive in with a female on a date called "American Graffiti" and i kissed in the back while settled in "park" so i could get a far away seat. my eyesight was far sighted and i felt comfortable i the back. The love of my life which was a 67 impala treated me out for our second month anniversary of our relationship. i had remembered when i first met her at a random club where i was singing about my life just for her in 1968.
When the 1970s arrived, my friend; Impa went missing, Gonzo; my best friend, went AWOL Texas-ape crazy and we had the cops search the entire woods...nothing was found except Impa's keychain. so they gave up and I never saw Impa again but I wondered what happened to him. I went to my second home and my owner; Gladas drove me around to work, grocery stores, and church. I met some pretty bad and rotten eggs that needed the "Texas-boy treatment" and to be taught a lesson at Gladas's work which I took the honors of beating them up.

Then, I came to my third home in the 1980s where I met Joe and Carol; the grandparents of Nathan in which I didn't meet Nathan until later right after Gladas stopped driving me. Joe took the charge of caring for me when I needed something. I'd start right up for him. I met Ian, a blue Buick under the carport which was my stall mate. Carol didn't like him, but Carol liked me because I was so big. I also had met Randy and Jan in a reunion and at the time, Jan was carrying a little bundle of joy when she came to see Joe. Unfortunately, I've never been a father because I've never met the right female that wanted ankle biters running around. When 1992 had come, Nathan was born and to get to know each other, Jan and Randy would take Nathan for a ride in me while Nathan was seated in the backseat. Jan thought i was a scary ride, but Randy thought i was pretty cool. Randy and I got along like beans and cornbread. For being borrowed until Jan got a new car, I enjoyed being the only car to be driven. So I was driven once again to work in and to the grocery stores.

when 2014 hit, Nathan was already handing out with girls. there was a basic one named Shay i didn't like her because she didn't appreciate classic cars as much as Nathan or Natalie did. she weighed 240 pounds and it was like carrying a giant boulder. I think she wasn't worth hanging around because she'd ditch Nathan to go hang out with Jerome. I had to do something to keep Nathan supported and so I kept my eyes on him. when shay was out of the picture, I had my picture taken in 2014 at a car show and again in 2015. seeing the same brunette girl made me realize that she would be perfect for Nathan, but she seemed so shy. A few years later. i was parked at the carport again and nowadays i had wished Nathan would open up and meet people like they used to in my day. but it was all online. when Natalie came along, she changed everything in Nathan’s life forever. he didn't used to like watching movies, but now he does. i had never seen him so happy and it was all thanks to me who opened the door to make them a couple

so here's how my life started out as the way it is

Chapter 1
My name is O'Malley C. Malibu and i was born in August 27, 1967. I live with one old lady and her abusive husband in New Mexico. I am basically a Chevrolet Chevelle Malibu and I’m pretty rare of my kind too. My favorite music is rock n' roll and the oldies from 1950s, 60s, 70s, 80, and 90s and when I had a plug in boom box, I’d listen to Kool 104.5 FM or whenever I could. I'd like to tell you a little about my childhood back-story. After living in Texas and getting moved in to Farmington New Mexico, i met two friends; a mid 1960s(a 1963 or 1964) Lincoln Continental two door and the other was a 1963 Chevrolet impala. their names were Gonzo and Impa. we had all the same things in common; music, games, tv shows, sports, activities, hobbies, movies, and books. Our female interests were a bit different, but we were the three best friends that anyone ever saw. If we felt like hanging out, the three if us get together at the diner first. then we'd go moon shining...not the alcohol moon shining, but the game where you turn off your headlights while being chased by police at night and just rip it up in the woods. we never got caught and that was the fun of it. the three of us grew up, lived close by, and hung out together. We couldn't be separated as we aged. We were a little younger when we met such as Impa was 4 years younger than i was. He liked to get into trouble a lot, break out and be noisy when he got just a little too much. He was an adult, but he dated different females every day of the week. He pretty much was big playboy. Gonzo was 3 years younger than me and he loved to listen to big jazz bands and rock n' roll songs. he was kind of a dork. he was a bit of a smart alek towards women. if he saw a female he wanted, he'd get her to do whatever he said or do that he can use. If a car was in a spot he wanted, he'd brush him or her aside with his rear and say "Scoot over little buster" or he'd say "Move it little buddy" and he'd steal their spot in which they were parked in. he was a rare smoker and only smoked cigars or cigarettes every occasion like when he moon shined or one of our birthdays came up, Sometimes when we'd encounter a supernatural thing every once in a while like a poltergeist here and shadow people there and extraterrestrial somewhere. we'd run away laughing when an alien would chase us as if we were some kind of UFO hunter group and that's when Gonzo would smoke his cigars.. There were times when went thought we were ufo hunters and even acted like it even though we were messing around and goofing off. We'd moonshine every 3 years because it was beginning to be a habit but we sure made memories that were never let go of.

Then in the year 1969, we were mature enough to date females in the summer until September. That was the season for love and settling down. Gonzo picked up two females; one of them was from a gas station and the other from a grocery store. I met a female Impala that found me at a diner, just staring at me. She had started a conversation and soon it grew into a relationship. It didn't take me long to realize I was an Impala guy and learning that her name was Matilda was very interesting. We began dating and spending some quality time in the romance with her. Impa went out and had met some Thunderbird that seemed nice, but had a mean streak in her gears and if she was taken advantage of or angered, she could get to being as mean as Judge Judith Shienman. She had good judgment and she kept Impa in line. We still hung out the next day of doing this or that last night and we did whatever Impa and Gonzo wanted to do. When we weren’t doing any activities in romance, we’d smuggle reefer, take it to the woods and smoke it to celebrate our friendship as three best friends for kicks. We were laughing back and forth to one another and roasting each other verbally in a caring way, when we heard some twigs snapping behind us. Someone or something was watching us. We turned on our lights and looked, but we didn’t see anything or notice anything because we were high and freaking out. We started murmuring to each other on what or who it would have been. Impa looked like an infant who just wet his diaper because he was the one freaking out the most. We looked behind bushes and trees and still nothing there. Whatever it was it was gone for the moment.

As soon as we calmed down, we smoked another joint to relax with. Just as we started to have a continued conversation, something appeared from the bushes. We got a good look at it. It was 3 meters tall, two almond shaped eyes and had four fingers on both sides of it’s hands. We couldn’t see the feet but it wore this rubber one piece suit that was black. We all ran as it chased us. I was terrified stiff. We ran in separate ways and when we reached the road, we knew it was a highway. I almost bumped into Gonzo when I sighted him. We both were scared until the oil drained cold. We asked each other on what that thing was. Our minds focused on that entity chasing us. Then, we realized in our argument, Impa was missing. We went back to the woods to look for him. We called Impa’s name, looked and looked and called again, but he didn’t respond. We began to get panicky! We tried retracing our steps on where we went, which way we had gone, and where we’ve been. We called again for the final time. The alien was gone. Impa was gone. Gonzo was usually really, really calm, but this time, he lost it. He screamed out to see if Impa would hear. He was freaking out. I told him to get a hold of himself and suggested we’d go get the sheriff, state police, woodlands ranger and see what they could do. So when we got all the help we could contact, after we had explained that our friend was missing and we were scared. They searched everywhere, by helicopter to tread. They looked deep and well for Impa b7t they had no luck. We both got interviewed by the news about the situation and tried to stay calm. We didn’t mention anything about the marijuana or else Gonzo and I would be in trouble or worse. We stayed out there in the woods for days and weeks, but Impa was never found. They allowed us to go home and let us know if they found him. Gonzo stayed over that night at my garage.. We couldn’t get the frightening image out of our memories. I tried to make us feel better in any way I knew, but we couldn’t settle down. This month, would surly mess us up. Gonzo fussed that it was his fault when he didn’t know Impa was going to go missing. I told him he didn’t know or couldn’t predict that. It wasn’t anyone’s fault because it wasn’t planned. I advised that we better turn on the radio while we passed the time…something to relax by to keep the fear away on what we saw. Gonzo thought it was a good idea to go to a dance and pick up a few ladies to dance with. There was a dance going on at the Elk’s Lodge restaurant. Little Richard was performing tonight and who knew, maybe this would be my last activity before any of us moved away. That way we could forget about the incident. So that was exactly what we did. We went to the Elk’s lodge for the dance. There was a lot of people tonight plus we got to have a backstage pass to get inside while the music poured out of the walls and windows.

We grooved until midnight and now that everything was slowing down, we left early since it was the last song of the dance.. I was getting tired myself and barely had enough energy to get a late night car wash. When I came home, I settled right down along with Gonzo. We talked about how much fun we had at the jive and we bragged that we got to dance with a charming female until we fell asleep. It was very late and I hadn’t heard any clues of the disappearance of Impa. Then right around 8 A.M the next day, police arrived with some news about what they found. They hadn’t found Impa, but they only gave me a simple “Chevrolet” Decal keychain that they picked up that was from Impa. They had given up the search. I sighed sadly and told them they could be on their way. I got a last question that was I ever gong to be okay? Of course as I assured them that I would be alright; just to avoid deeper conversation, I wondered where Impa went to. I hoed the alien didn’t get him. I went out, got together with Gonzo, tried to act like everything was the same, but something was missing. Impa. He’d know just how to kick off a conversation. Without him, who must I know to add to our group to make three of the best friends. We tried introducing ourselves to others. We tried VW busses, VW bugs, wagons, and VW Golf’s but they turned out to be hippies and crack heads. We tried everything but there was one last chance to try and we had to take it for the hope to better ourselves. I asked in offer to this huge 1965 Pontiac Bonneville fellow who was by his lonesome. He turned towards us and smiled with a short reply of “I’d be honored, been all by myself since the mistress died.” and as that, the conversation was up and running again only tales of his history. He first introduced himself as “Dean Longsknight“” He was a nice fellow, but also big. He had a deep wise southern voice that was just as soft as honey. If it was all we had to work with, then we worked with it.

A month later, my sister and three of my brothers came by to see me on how I was holding up with my owner’s husband kicking me and beating bruises into me. I told them it wasn’t the lady’s husband I was worried about. When I explained when Impa disappeared, they were shocked. I had asked for help but it was no use. Impa was gone forever. It appeared my cousins were with my siblings. They were to shocked by the tale I had told. I heard of people disappearing and I know what I do when I got nervous. Thinking wherever Impa went to or what happened to him must have been terrible. I just hoped nothing bad happened to him and I said the exact thing to my cousins with meaning. I wanted Impa back but hoping wasn’t going to bring him back. All I had left of him was his keychain as a reminder of the crumbs the police had found that one day. The day the police gave up the search for Impa. My friend, Impa.
























Chapter 2
1972 of two years later, Gonzo and Dean moved away and I was stuck by my lonesome with no friends. A lot that was happening in change since Impa disappeared. I waited for him to come back for weeks and still nothing. Pretty soon, I was up for sale by an old lady that would only drive me to church and back home. Her husband was a good-for-nothing jerk that kicked me when I didn’t start up. When he passed away, I was mighty glad and the son of a whisker goat was so mean you could have fed him lead through a gun barrel at breakfast and he still wouldn’t care. A nice lady by the name of Gladas came and looked at me. I was loving all over her as hearts threw themselves up and floated. She said I was very sweet and before I knew it, I was sold to a new home to Gladas. The yard was so green and the apricots were growing in perfectly. I was going to be very happy here. I was driven every day to work and to church as Gladas put up with me no matter if I did something on purpose. I began to open up more to her and had space and places to rest under where there was shade. I had places to go and had smells to discover around me. I caught the oil stain stench on the dirt of a 1950s flatbed truck. I had three companions to boss around because they behaved like a bunch of rowdy 2nd graders, notice that the flatbed didn’t do anything about the behavior. They didn’t listen to anyone. One of them was a female that behaved very well and listened. She was flirty and had serious eyes for me. That was okay for me though because I was interested in her as well as long as I got to be leader and that’s exactly what I wished for. I wasn’t a virgin before I met Gladas. I felt pretty lucky to be the boss of the flock. What could I say, I had become the attention of the eye and a lady’s man. But what irritated me was when people saw me, they’d call me “she” instead of a “he” and I embarrassed Gladas on purpose by shutting off after Gladas turned the ignition on. After a while, people began to stop with the questions and started taking pictures of me. At work, I’d relax in the parking lot and nap until Gladas got off work. Sometimes, it would be cold in the spring mornings and sometimes it would be just right. I got more sleep hours in so if I wanted to go out and stay late, I would have energy.

There would be a red hot rod that would be the biggest jerk in the school parking lot. He usually picked on white cars and little ones too. Well one day, the son of a whisker goat came to me, picked on me for a few minutes, and insulted me. I knew I don’t like bullies nor did I tolerate it but he wanted my spot in the parking lot. I refused to give it up. After insulting me for one last time, I gave him a few warning snaps and yelled if he’d like his grille ripped off before I attacked him. He still didn’t back off and when I had the last straw, I attacked him. I tore off his fenders in a good old-fashioned car fight. I grabbed tight of the hot rod’s side fenders and dragged him like a chew toy. I shook and rolled him over as everyone turned their attention to the fight. My grip tightened more and with my back tires, I gave him a mighty toxic shock. The hot rod went into a cardiac arrest and fell into a coma because I was so strong. It took a tow truck to pick him up an hour later as I sat in my parking lot as a winner. The owner of that hot rod was notified to come to the auto repair shop at once. Although, I lost my passenger side mirror in the fight, but it wasn’t too bad. I was proud of myself. I felt a little bit of my father in me when I was fighting; he didn’t take any insults from anyone and he would destroy them that would to harm us. I imagined if my dad were here to see this, he’d be proud. His lessons were trying to get me to fight for what I had in need and how to avoid it being stolen. I refused to give up my parking spot and that would have made my dad proud. I had refused to listen to him and today I understood. It was about defending what you have under your hood. I heard what Chevrolet owner say “If you mess with a Chevy, you get the teeth”. That hot rod learned it the hard way not to bully others. I was sure that if Gonzo was there, he’d tear scoot-deep into the little buster with no mercy.

After work, Gladys and I went home to relax and figure out what’s for dinner. Gladys was telling her husband I got into a fight today and won. I could hear a blurt of laughter from inside the house. Something of it had to do with what I did. I hung out by the apricot tree in the shade. They were ripe and sweet this year. Tomorrow that hot rod will be at the auto repair shop and I didn’t have to worry about him. He got what he deserved and most of it was his fault for being a bully.

On Sunday mornings, Gladys would prepare me for church. It was for decent dressings and as a young boy, I didn’t even fight to get clean and decorated with a bow tie. Her husband would dub a little men’s perfume on me so I’d smell handsome. At church I’d sit in the parking lot and listen to for the music to play. I trailed off into a flashback when Impa, Gonzo and I were exploring an old abandoned church. We were looking for items left behind; coins, valuable items, and things, but no one came back and was never torn down. The building itself, had sunk in foreclosure and the money was sucked dry. I came out of the trance when the clock tower bell struck the hour. I still wondered what happened to Impa. I always had been wondering for years about him. I wondered why he was never found. I had dropped the fear of the alien chasing us two years ago and forgot all about its features. All I cared about was finding my friend again. Impa and finding if he was okay. I looked at the keychain I held on to and I remember him wearing it. He’d wear it as an earring just to look cool. I smiled a little and thought, Impa never went anywhere without it. It was his lucky charm for when he wanted single women. I hoped wherever he was, I wished he could come home. His owners were worried sick about him. I could never forget the good times we had with Impa. Where there was trouble, there was adventure.

After church, Gladys took me home where she undid the bow tie to remove it. I knew I would have to wear that confounded bowtie and I didn’t like it. Gladys technically wanted me to wear it just for Sundays only. I was glad Gonzo wasn’t here to see me in the bowtie. Because he’d be calling me “Oswald Cobblepot” from the Batman TV shows and “sir” or “fancy boy” and I knew I didn’t like that. Gonzo had called Impa a few names like “wacko” and “biker head” and I knew I didn’t want to be there. My other trips into town were grocery shopping and carrying them home that day. Getting a check up at the mechanic’s for an oil change and renewing my license tags at the DMV.

On special occasions, Gladys let me have caffeine at night. It got me really wild but it tasted good. It would take her husband hours to get me to settle down and I know they’ve argued not to give me coffee at night before bed. I had to take sleeping pills and supplements just to get me to sleep. I was a wild boy and I sure was a mess so Gladys stopped giving me coffee at night. In the mornings, I would watch the news from the windows to keep up with the weather and it would be for the rest of the week. If it was going to rain, I’d prepare for it to pour down like a watering can. If it were going to be hot, then I’d pack a bottle of sunscreen or park in the shade. If there was going to be flies, it would be a good idea to pack a fly swatter. Monday, I didn’t see that hot rod and it was very nice. All the cars were so proud of me. I just told them if you were born in Texas, you’d stand up and fight for others but really it was nothing. To change a bully, you’d really got to teach them a lesson that enough is enough. The flies near the dumpster were terrible, every car in the lot was getting bugged by them…including me. I shook to get them off, I stomped my tires to kick them off, rolled over and snapped at them, but nothing seemed to help. I would just have to deal with them no matter how irritating they were. Tomorrow I’d better come prepared with an insect killer. The school only had that dumpster dumped out every once every three weeks and the odor was unbearable. It was about time that Gladys got off work to go home. I couldn’t wait to get away from the dumpster. On the way home, Gladys put on the radio and there was a song made in the 1939 called “Why don’t you get lost” and it wasn’t instrumental when it was playing. I kind of liked it because it matched on what kind of day I had when that hot rod was bullying cars at school. I just wanted to tell him “why don’t you get lost” as well as the flies that was buzzing around. The night had fell cool and early for a summer season. It was comforting.

Chapter 3
When Gladys got too old to drive, I began to get antsy for a work-out. Gladys retired in 1980 and by 1992, Nathan was born in Farmington New Mexico. I was handed over to Joe Popplewell to be driven and just to be a back up guy. Joe sure couldn’t drive me because he had to look so far up and out to see the road…which frustrated him. When I got a good look at Nathan as a baby. I was filled with joy. I’ve never been a father but at least I got to see what a baby is and what it looked like. Jan and Randy sure went through some trouble and back just to save him. I had heard something was going on with his heart or something that he had to be rushed to the Albuquerque hospital. I distinctively remember that I sure was worried-to-parts about this baby needing to be put in the ER. I smoked so many Pyramid full flavor 100 cigarettes that it took at least 8 butts just to calm me down. I had my suspicions that if Nathan never made it alive, I would be beaten down by Erik who was soon to be a careless pain in my prat and I would never see my life happy again. I was nervous that I wanted to know how the baby was doing. I had became so determined to hear the news on Nathan that I made a nasty habit of smoking cigarettes every day. When the day that Nathan came home, I was so relieved to know he was okay. After Nathan’s recovery, I knew I could quit smoking but I craved a butt and the taste drew me into an unhealthy lifestyle. I tried leaning towards working out and other distractions that was healthy but I wanted a cigarette. Finally, Joe got me on a quitter’s cycle; gum, patches, and hemp seed oil. It worked! I didn’t crave nicotine. When Jan would drive and smoke butts inside me, I didn’t even want a cig. At this time, Jan was working and living at Acacia Street, I was the only transportation Jan and Randy borrowed just until Jan had the resources to get another car. One morning, on my good mood, I was cruising down the road whistling “King of the whole wide world” by Elvis Presley, when people started to stare at me. I would just smile and wink just because I was in a good mood. While Jan was cleaning a house for a couple just down the road, I was waiting on the curb minding my own business. I seemed to be interesting to the sight of a glossy blue 1968 blue Chevrolet Impala. She seemed to be really interested. I was somewhat interested in her because I could tell when a female is interested in me because when she’s looking my way, she finds faults and quirks endearing and she realized my attraction was something she could learn. She had that sweet smell of heated oil and exhaust fumes radiating off her tailpipe. She had serious eyes for me that summer of 1993. The fumes caressed around my tailpipe and it made me feel crazy. Her name was Emma-Sue as she was leaning into me while she came closer into my personal space. She put on quite a revving roaring mating call with her huge V8 motor rumbled as she circled me. I held still as she was looking me over while I was getting a drippy stiffy. I was enjoying this interesting female’s attention and when Jan was all done cleaning house, the moment disappeared. Emma-Sue stopped and went back to the driveway. Jan got in and started me up steadily. Emma-Sue watched me leave until I was far away. I knew she was going to sneak over to my driveway to make heat and romance raise up tonight. Still in joy, I listened to many songs about love on tapes that included Elvis.

Many years into the future, it was the 15th year of that summer, I still hadn’t heard from Gonzo nor have I seen him. I missed him. I remembered when was Nathan was 2 years old, I had began to read him children’s stories using my talented voice to role in the characters even though I knew well that they had their dark origins when they were told. Boy, I really could entertain him when I did the right voices, and I loved it when Nathan laughed. It brought the flow of delight in my weekend days. While the parents were at work and Nathan was a curious little creature. He and I were spending time together and like every other two year old, Nathan pulled off one of my do-haws on the dashboard. It hurt but innocence comes in small packages. It was a’ight , I had pulled a few whiskers from my old man’s face and that’s just because I was a baby and wondered if the hairs would come off. When I would spend time with Nathan and when, I felt like I was already a dad. Nathan had started talking and he had called me “Papa” once a few times. Those were the days that were good to me.

Randy would drive me with Nathan along and the three of us would scoot ourselves into town when the parents had an off day. It was rare that Randy would take me out to town but we always had fun. I’d get comments of “I like your car” and “Nice car” which was a’ight. Every other day, I would get a car wash on my birthday and get detailed in August. I got wool seat covers one year on my birthday. After those days, I didn’t really care about presents on my birthdays. While Nathan was first homeschooled, I’d sit in the carport to protect me from the weather’s rain and storms. I would always be up here once or twice a month to keep Ozzy company. Back in 2000, Joe bought him from PESCO, a place where he used to work at. Ozzy was a 1991 Ford explorer just sitting in the parking lot. He basically was used for lifting Carol in and out because Carol couldn’t stand on her feet any longer. Ozzy was there for the job. I had no envy towards Ozzy and since he was a sweet little bugger, I got along better after a break from the hectic storm with the morons living outside. Before, I knew it, Ozzy was my little roommate. When I asked Ozzy how much he was sold for, the results shocked me. He was 4 grand and like many old things, there has to be a second wheel to accompany the leader. Ozzy’s lift was very useful because every time, Carol had a doctor’s appointment, Ozzy just picked her up with his ramp and he was ready to scoot. I basically came up there to get away while Ol’ Reliable was giving me attitude. I’d be invited in and I’d park next to the fire place. I watched a little bit of the news with Joe, here and Jimmy Swaggart there with Carol there for 30 minutes tops and fall asleep. Every hour or so, I’d make myself at home on the couch. Sometimes Nathan would come up to visit and sit with me to check on things.

Some time that Fall, Randy couldn’t get me to start up because now that Jan had the resources to afford a secondary car. It was a Jeep Liberty that I didn’t like. Jan had a loan on it and that could lead to rough road later in the future. Randy had bought a Plymouth voyager van and that was all I could accept. But whenever Randy would visit Joe if I was giving him issues, Joe would come to the rescue. I liked Joe because he could fix anything. Often Joe would fuss at Randy because he smoked and asked him to quit. I knew Randy wanted to quit tobacco butts but he couldn’t give it up on how much he had to follow. Jan tried to get her husband to stop, but Randy was antsy to have a butt to smoke. At night, when I was ready to get back to Jan’s house, Nathan and Randy would watch TV together because he couldn’t sleep. I sure didn’t mind staying up late because I could sleep with noise. Even when Nathan had a school night. The couch I was just as comfy as a bed was.

I remember when Nathan was a kid and every Easter, I dressed my best, in that horrid bowtie. I had thought I would never wear it again as long as I lived. But it wasn’t the last time I wore it. I had to wear it again for occasions later. I also remember when Nathan got candy but tucked it away never to be seen again. He didn’t used to eat a lot of candy. I had been in my wild 30s and I had a tradition of burning a little rubber off for the spring seasons to hype up my jive. Each Monday was fill the fridge and cupboard day and which I had to carry 23 bags of groceries from the store and it was my work out for the week. I could always tell when it was time to go shopping. So one Monday night, I had just zoomed in loaded with groceries, I noticed my shocks were getting sore and bad as much as my wheel barings were creaky but at least it was nice to see Miss Gizmo who was always there to greet everyone. Now for Tuesdays, were my resting days. A day to recover. I got to relax at Randy’s work and take the weight off my sores and pains. Even though he worked at a quality building between Aztec and Bloomfield, Randy had gotten on SSI to help pay for his health and that took more of the pain off my joints. It was a matter of time before he could stop working and rest.

Chapter 4
well, it was that time again where all the young kids started school. Nathan was back to homeschooling a year at a public school. at age 5 years old, he was all set up with a program named ABEKA and it was a system where kids can learn just as well as they did in a normal public school. Joe taught Nathan while I got to hang around and watch. on some days, i hung out with Randy. When I started trouble Randy would call it a Betty Davis which was his creative way of saying "You're in trouble, mister". Although, I did get to enjoy watching TV like "The Outer Limits", "Christine" (which was my first movie i took my lady friend to see at a drive-in theater in a long time when it hit theaters) and Godzilla movies on COMET. Randy let me roll and smoke a joint of marijuana from Colorado in the house. trying to get that legal here in New Mexico was a chore for the New Mexican government because they were trying to work on it. Colorado was full of tweekers. Weeknights, Randy would record movies on TV and shows on Videocassettes. Then he'd watch them without commercials. Night after night, the staying-up-late was a habit for Randy as he got older. It helped us go to sleep faster. Jan had the bed all to herself while Nathan and I laid stretched out on the couch. Weekdays since Randy wasn't working anymore now that he was pretty much on disability and couldn't work anymore, I'd migrate on up to Joe's house when I was bored or was needed and I'd hang out there. Sometimes, I'd wait for Nathan and stay there when he came to get me. Every two hours, I would come home and get invited to be inside. Nathan was homeschooled for a while before going to a public school to continue his learning to get experience of public surroundings. He met a friend named Mary, I was taken to pick them up after school because Nathan didn't take the bus. For their summer and weekend hang-out get together. I'd be the one to drop off Mary to her home. Her parents weren't a pair of Jolly Ranchers either; Father was a hypocrite that Nathan was dirt and the mother was just the opposite. Nathan and Mary were friends a long time and when the years flew by, they grew apart as they turned older. Mary started acting strange and ape-crazy. She blamed Nathan ;for making her this way when he had nothing to do with it. At one time before the behavior change, Nathan and Mary tried to make a relationship but it didn't work and there was something wrong with that picture. They didn't quite match and Nathan needed someone who was just as equal. So Mary moved away and got her sorry-prat married which I was glad to hear because she called Nathan a few names that were uncalled for and weren't deserved. I vowed and hoped whoever Nathan dated next, he wouldn't bring Mary's name up.

It was many years after that, Nathan continued ABEKA for grades 6, 7, 8,9, and 10. Public school wasn't for Nathan but at least he got to be introduced to public crowds. Joe still continued to educate Nathan on math, mechanics, and other stuff. Joe even taught Nathan how to drive starting with Susie; the Mercury Grand Marque. At that season, things had gotten serious with Susie and I. We started dating a while for a few weeks. I noticed she was all over me and she nipped at my bumper just to get my attention. it was good for the both of us and it was good for her to spend time with Nathan and help Nathan get to know the rules of the road. Once Nathan learned to drive, he learned how to drive me. Soon, Nathan was on his way to get his permit.

When Nathan was 19 years old, he got the Ford Fiesta in April 9th of 2011. He bought him at Off Again Salvage and Repair for 600 dollars. Nathan didn't know how to drive a Standard or Stick-shift until Ol' Reliable, the Fiesta taught him how. Nathan completed his driving practices. Ol' Reliable was this spunky, but stubborn son of a whisker goat, but I let him know who's boss and because I was older and bigger. The little bean would get moody if he wasn't driven once a day and sometimes needed time to himself. But the months passed and I spotted a Ford Feastiva come in and look for Ol' Reliable. I knew right away that she was in love with Ol' Reliable. She was determined to find him and they both had a relationship. I settled somewhere so I didn't have to hear noises coming from a private place like inside the house or go over to Joe's house to go to sleep. Summer time was full of strange but wonderful happenings. This time, I had gone inside the house to watch science fiction on the telly with Randy. He liked those programs about space. The very next day, I went outside to have some private time and get some fresh air. Ol' Reliable was watching his girlfriend depart into the distance. I started to give Ol' Reliable a hard time on purpose on what her name was, even though I already knew. Finally Ol' Reliable confessed that he was in love with that Ford Feastiva. Her name was Claudine. and now that I was happy to know a little the little engine that played, I could accept Claudine to come over and let Ol' Reliable spend some time with her. That June month, Emma-Sue came to visit me. She wanted to spend time with me since she only got into my body space. She wanted to warm up to me. I noticed she wanted me. I wasn't in the mood to seduce her. The only wanted thing I could do was let her purr on me and kiss every square inch on my body. It was one of my days to be lazy since I was 43 years old. I was on my way to being 44 years old. I sure felt a little bit of half-a-man.

A week later, Nathan gave me a sample of his Fireball Whiskey just to help me boost some energy for my next romantic encounter for whenever. It was warm and spicy just how some men like it...Nathan for one man that liked it better than beer. I wasn't much of a drinker myself, but that was okay. it was better every once a month.


chapter 5
when Nathan learned to drive, he was about in his early 20s in 2013 he graduated ABEKA . Erik had taken over the backyard because he lost the house he was living in before yelling that it was his house. He lost a lot of places that he lived in. I was mighty glad I was given to Nathan because he took care of me. Getting used to my surroundings, I've noticed all of Nathan's cars he owned because he took such good care of us. His first car was the Grand Marque named Susie. The second was, a Dodge van, the third car was me. 6 months later, along came Ol' Reliable; the spunky but fast Fiesta. I know the question; "why so many cars?" and the answer to that was because Nathan worked as a janitor at PESCO after Joe got him a job there. I didn't think it was an appropriate job for Nathan because he was working with Natives that he hated whites...but how else was Nathan going to get some experience? Nathan took care of his cars and saved up.

in the year 2012, a few years later, when Nathan got laid off, Nathan met a girl named Shay. The first encounter was all the way out to Aztec where she lived. I was taken out there to find her cooking was junk. She had cooked what looked like couscous mashed up with a bunch of Mexican rice and corn grits. I didn't like it because it had no flavor and what I did was absolutely horrible. I threw my plate at Shay and it splattered all over Nathan and Shay. It was a mess and on the outside, I knew I was in a huge Betty Davis. I could tell Nathan was actually proud of me inside because it wasn't fair to Nathan to be driving all the way to Aztec when Shay could've driven over to him, but the worry was that Candy; Jan's white toy poodle would bite her face off. That's exactly what happened several weeks later of hanging out with Shay. She was so heavy, my tires couldn't withhold much longer on the way to Nathan's house. I couldn't hold up over 22o pounds and I was scarred for life when she bared armpit hair like the one from a gorilla. That girl had an odor a few times but not enough for Nathan to get close to, even when she wore tank tops. One day of a car show, she didn't wear deodorant under her one of her tank tops and the smell was so bad, it stained up my interior with that smell. I've met females that smelled better and took way better care of their hygiene than Shay did.

I couldn't believe it, Shay drank kombu Cha just to lose weight but I know that drink was fattening in sugars. Some people take laxatives for 2 weeks a month and still eat and drink and they lose weight quick. A lot of people work out for 7 days. She could've started out with slim fast and then worked out, but she didn't care what she looked like.

After the car show, Nathan and Shay would get something to eat. The bad news was, Jerome was in town and I wished he wasn't because Shay saw him and ditched Nathan to hang out with Jerome. If I had the magic to erase the time when Nathan met Shay through Jerome, I'd take the action of preventing it from happening. But time happens to folks with moments that wait to happen for a reason. The many times that came have happened, Nathan still hung out with Shay. No one in the household liked Shay. Randy forbade Nathan to hang out with Shay because there were conversations made up by Shay; like the time she said Randy was flirting with her. All he did was make small talk with her and it went too far. It got to her head. Shay was already being rude to Jesse; another friend of Nathan's. Shay was what I called a tramp. It got to be a bother the more Shay hung out. One night, she called Nathan late at night and she wanted him to go with her to Albuquerque, to get laid. It was good that Nathan declined it because the next thing she came back with pure positive harpies. Private matters were suppose to stick to the person and it wasn't to be shared. Shay even proved she got infected. and it was printed on a doctor's paper saying so. No one wanted to know that.

I have never seen such a human pig in my life, not even the girls I've dated never had any diseases. Then in 2011, I was selected to star in a movie teaser trailer about a true story that happened years ago to a guy that got killed, stuffed in a trunk and dumped off at Choke Cherry canyon. I was going to pass as a Ford Galaxy 500 because that's the car the murderers used in the true story. Since they didn't want to copy cat the history that took place, they used me. I don't remember the title of it but I remember it was late in the night that Nathan got me after waiting in a parking lot for 8 hours. I haven't recalled the producer's name either but I know he was a prat in my jack-hole. Nathan never got paid for the credit, gas and was never paid for the part-replacement. The producer broke off my door handle and kept rough housing me in my gears. It really grinded my tootles with irritation because I didn't like to play rough. I cut off power each time the guy tried a little wheeling out. So, he kept starting the ignition. I didn't want to star in the movie anymore because he was already irking me. I basically had it up to my noodle with him for vandalizing my personal space. I chose to go home than be sworn at and beaten down by a jerk-wad producer. He was so irresponsible.

The movie was never made to other trailers and it never made it to theaters because the producer quit on the achievement. I didn't care because as long as I lived, I vowed never to let anyone else ride inside me. I swore that I wouldn't let anyone know that Nathan came across to find out about my misfit on the spot. I spent months at Joe's house recovering from that prat-hole's irresponsible behavior. I enjoyed donuts and coffee fresh baked from Carol's kitchen. It lasted 3 weeks tops and I enjoyed watching TV and taking naps. In the year 2012, there was a trailer for "Broken Circle Breakdown" which was a romantic movie between a native and a white person. I had gained a plump 260 pounds overweight from the trauma. My appetite focused basically on grease, fat, calories, carbohydrates, and saturated trans fats for being 45 years old. I really needed to eat right and work out and get up at a good time in the morning. I had a full-body of muscles, energy, and woke up early in the mornings. I had fallen out of it and focused on recovering so much that I got fat on treats, sweets and high fat.

When Joe saw how out of shape I was, he decided to whip me back into shape by working on losing weight, eating right, and changing my sweets intake to once a month and getting me used to a healthy lifestyle. It was every day that I worked out but I started getting my muscles back. I still didn't like zooming up hills and dirt mounts because my joints hurt me when I did. My shocks would wear out and I'd cut off power if I did go up hills. I dreaded my bath days because the water was always cold and the pressure was too high. I didn't hold still, not for Joe or anyone else. I did enjoy when it was over because I liked a little polish now and then.


Chapter 6
It was an annual car show downtown in 2014 and Nathan was having tummy troubles. I had taken his young nephew, and his mom to be displayed in the show. Suddenly this girl with brunette hair around 5'6 walked up to me and took a picture of me. Nathan spotted her as she was walking along. I imagined these two together and it seemed right...whatever her name was. She was shy and tended to mind her business. Oh well then, I thought I'd never seen her again. Then, the jerk-wad next to me, revved his engine and just about set off a car fight with me because he was obnoxious. I didn't like obnoxious people.

In 2015, I saw that same girl again. It was at another car show at the park. Now I had seen something inside her that would make Nathan happy. This time, I took Joe and Nathan to the car show at the park. They got hot dogs for lunch while they sat down. She took a picture of cars she liked, including me. She might have not noticed that I had my picture once and now twice. I was still the same, but as soon as she moved on, I wouldn't see her again. There was a person that was busy being stupid by cleaning his car with polish at the beginning. I almost went full on Texas-ape crazy for taking my spot. It was an Oldsmobile owner and the idiot which was next to me, slipped and bashed the door in me. The guy fell back and hit my side door with no apology. But I was still going to kick that 4-4-2 car's prat and that's exactly what he deserved. So it started as shouting at me, then, that's when I starting biting him to defend myself and finally it all ended up in a fight. Biting, kicking, swearing, ramming, and beating. I weakened my opponent by biting him and making wounds hurt deeper until the fight was broken up. I was once again the winner and I was almost disqualified. The judges told Nathan and Joe if I wasn't under control, I'd get kicked out. Nathan threatened me if I didn't knock it off, I'd get castrated. What was wrong with this dumb town? It was a pain in the prat and none of them had a sense of manners, defending was bad and constantly full of jerk-maggots, brutes, dolts, and butt-heads. None of those had a sense of decency. The law was suppose to defend Americans that lived in New Mexico, but it was illegal to criticize the race of people. No one gave a care.

I didn't see that same brunette girl after 2015. Things turned on chaos because Randy went to the hospital and was having heart problems. He had trouble surviving it. He still couldn't stop smoking not even if it made him feel better. Randy couldn't stop the habit when he was in the hospital. The family had taken the van while I stayed home, dreading to deal with the crowd. It was like that a lot each time they visited Randy. Then later, I discovered Randy was put into insane care over at the hospital with a tube sand wire, all around him. Randy was there a week and a half of November 2016. I was depressed that I didn't feel like having visitors. It took me an hour to grieve and get started. It was a true fact that love is a powerful weapon when it comes to depression. I was beginning to pull through the depression without giving up. I realized, I was no longer sad and was full of energy in my schedule in my days of waking up early, getting breakfast, and dashing into town. When I heard Randy passed away, I was prepared for changes around the house. At least, he was out of his misery. He had been disabled for 15 years and got to be on SSI for a change. My cousin from down the street, came over to see how I was doing. He had heard the news. He and LaSalle had heard the news. I told him the good times I had with Randy like the time when Randy was there to comfort me when he and I were at car shows and knew what to say when I was nervous. My cousin opened up a beer he had brought over with him and drank it. He gave me his sympathy and belched. He had brought over a sympathy card to share his feelings. It was a nice card with a mountain view and the green meadow. I thanked him and told him about the one time, Randy and I had a gas contest and I grossed him out so bad, he fell off his chair. Jan had to open the windows because it smelled like 13 hundred rotten eggs. All those memories that I got to spend time with Randy were the best moments I ever had with Randy. If I had the powers to change time, I'd change Randy's health and when he wasn't a smoker, drinker, nor a drug abuser. I'd also change the bad stuff when Erik moved back in the house and when he sneaked his new wife inside when Randy didn't allow it. Things however, happen for a reason and they continue to happen to everyone.

Randy's slip in the paper was published in the newspaper from the Daily Times. He was cremated and put on the fireplace inside an urn along with a wreath. Fred however had to be greedy and he thought he would get something when he was a bad person to Randy. Nathan told Fred off by saying Fred wasn't his uncle anymore and didn't ever want to see or hear from him again. It was time for Fred to get lost and flap his crummy little wings. If he fell flat, then that was that. No one would give him mercy. It was the right thing to say to Fred because he was selfish and stressful man. I remembered him when I had my picture taken with him with my award presenting a "Mister Muffler" plate. It was way back in 2013 from a car show. Fred ruined the picture by not smiling and that day just threw itself out the window. I didn't ever wanted to see Fred ever again after he went back to Texas. Fred was soon dating a 23 year old girl that helped him so much and he didn't even appreciate it. He had been divorced shortly after that because of the same pattern Fred laid out. As for Randy's bichuary slip, it took weeks for it to hit the papers because everything was on chaos. I stayed under the carport again at Joe and Carol's house until further notice. Nathan was upset and was having a hard time coping with the loss. The one who was the most distraught was Jan. She had been working to the bone at "Just Us Kids" in Aztec 5 days a week.

By the time 2017 arrived, things started to be better. Nathan met a girl in the middle of March. I didn't see or meet her until Nathan took her to come see me up at Joe's house. Suddenly, I realized it was her! That Brunette I saw in 2014 and 2015. there was a random strangeness of silence swooping over me as the two got to sit inside of me. I could see that she was having flashbacks on where she had seen me. I learned her name was Natalie and she lived in Durango Colorado. I hoped she would be better than the other two girls that Nathan's been with. I kept my eyes on her just to protect Nathan of harm's way or manipulation. The two of them met in person after a few days of chatting online and it had happened that Natalie was just visiting in town and was at her mother's house. She had taken interest in Nathan's cars. As of April 2nd, Natalie realized she had been looking for a perfect match and Nathan was the one. I found a great success that Natalie already liked me and there was nothing bad about her that would alienate Nathan. I liked Natalie too and I would tighten the seat belt to hold her in as the three of us took a ride down the street...on purpose because I liked her spunk. Natalie vaped but it was a lot better than smoking cigarettes or drinking liquor. The first date was a great day. the more I got to be driven, the more I wanted to spend time with Natalie. Nathan was already opening up into old interests that he used to do before. He didn't used to watch movies by himself and now he does. Nathan didn't used to like driving me by himself much but that all changed. Natalie brought out the best of him. I was so proud.


Chapter 7

When Nathan drove me up to Durango Colorado, we had a little trouble finding the place. We were driving in circle trying to find the address. When we pulled up a few minutes later, we realized it was a little further uptown. We needed to go up to Florida road and we were starting to get hungry. It was about time too because Natalie had already cooked us something to eat. When we came inside Natalie's apartment, it smelled good and it soared all over the living room. she had a dog named Luka in which was waiting for us. We sat down to a dinner of rice and barbeque meatballs. Natalie served the three of us each a plate of white rice and meatballs covered with barbeque sauce. I didn't get a chance to see a view of what she was serving me. The first plate went to me and so I had to be careful of what it tasted like. I took a seat on the chair and ate my dinner. It was really good and wanted seconds. I thought of my cousin, Rez'ne the one who came to see me when Randy passed away, and what he says about good cooks. "a Good cook follows a book in the kitchen. If she can cook, she can clean, she's all yours." Natalie was a good cook and it was better than what my cousin makes. I could tell that Nathan liked it just as much as I did. never in all my 50 years have I had something so delicious that it made me beg for more. While we were watching a movie, Natalie gave me a light belly rub that I practically got spoiled. her foot targeted the spots and made them soothe out. I became relaxed and at home when she did this, I came closer to warming up to her than I had been before. I drooled a little and dozed off in the relaxation. Nathan would never pamper me like this and had never let anyone touch me until I met Natalie. I liked her cooking and liked her massages and she never ran out of spoils to pamper me with. I wanted her to give me a car wash this summer just to get a feel on how she scrubbed. I seemed to overhear when she was talking to Nathan that she used to clean her mom's cars with a scrunchy sponge and car soap. Nathan only hosed me off and just called me clean. I wanted a thorough bath and not from a car wash where the system was rough but from Natalie. the way she was telling it, sounded like royalty. The three of us watched "Idiocracy" which was a Mike Judge film that he made. he even created Beavis and Butt-head...one of my favorite show on TV. that night, Nathan needed mountain dews and I had realized I had fallen asleep during the movie. it took me a while to open my eyes and wake up. I stood on all four tires and shook the lazy nerves off. Nathan and Natalie drove me into town to Walmart and as again, I waited for them to come out since it would be a short time to run in, get the soda pop pack and come out. nope! instead of waiting for 5 minutes to find them, I waited for 30 minutes for the two lovers to come out only to find they had three bags of groceries in their hands. I'm wondering "What gives?"

I waited 30 minutes in the parking lot and the moment Nathan and Natalie unlocked the doors to get in, I hear that Natalie was going to make a pie. I started right up when that word tempted me. It was my favorite to have in April. As long as it was lemon, I would be in heaven. When we got to Natalie's apartment, Natalie got to work on making a pie. I studied her as she put all the ingredients together; the lemon filling, the sugar, and cool whip. I got excited as she put it in the graham cracker crust. I got excited as she put the other half of the cool whip on top of the pie and put it in the fridge to toughen up. She gave me the bowl to lick out clean. the tangy lemon filling made me drool over its creamy sweet and sour glory, just like in the bakery stores. when I licked the bowl clean, I ditched it on the kitchen floor and cleaned up the leftovers on my face. I still couldn't wait to have an actual slice of pie later on. I enjoyed cleaning the bowl and I felt like a youngster again. my taste buds couldn't wait to get a dig in when the pie got done hardening up in the fridge. 20 minutes later, the pie was done, Natalie took it out of the fridge and served the three of us. Nathan knew it was already his favorite just by tasting it. Natalie's pie turned out great and earned first place winner in my book. It hit the spot because lemon pie was really good in the summer. it was also a great way to kick off to a good start. I had a sweet tooth in my mouth that nothing could fix the satisfactory except for a slice of lemon pie, tell you one thing. If Natalie entered her lemon pie in a country fair pie contest, it would win because no one could resist the hypnotizing glory call of lemon pie. I had gobbled up that piece of pie and scrubbed the plate of every last crumb lurking behind.

then, I looked at Natalie and she read my mind. I got a second slice of pie. I ate it slowly so I didn't get a toothache. It had been a fact that one time I heard from Gonzo lemon pie was even better the second day that it's been in the refrigerator. Maybe he had been a young fool then, but we all agree to disagree. Once I've finished my second slice of pie, I licked out the plate of the crumbs and made myself at home. I laid out on Natalie and Nathan's laps on the couch. It when the bonding was getting good, it was interrupted by a phone call from Buck, an inmate at the Roswell New Mexico prison. He had looked at child porn years ago and was there for quite some time. Nathan picked it up and spoke to him. I remembered him a long time ago when he smelled so bad, he could kill the wings off a fly. His house was located in Flora Vista New Mexico in a trailer park. I hoped one day, Natalie wouldn't find out about Buck, but she was going to find out. I almost threw up when he rode with Nathan and me in town. Buck was that smelly. The bad hygiene of Buck was all caused by not bathing for weeks was beyond me. this is how I got my old car smell years ago. I didn't worry about him since he had been in jail, far, far away. I prepared for the day Nathan the beans about my movie career cut short one day.