So, I sold my 69 Ford Fairlane & bought a 64 Chevy II. It was so nice, but only lasted a week, I never even got a picture because I rear-ended another car in the homecoming parade. After this I ended up getting the Fairlane back & traded it for a 71 Chevy long bed truck. This truck was no beauty but had seen some parties. She had a six banger & a three on the tree. My friends called it the “Chomp Monster” because when I stomped on the gas pedal repeatedly, I could get the front tires to come off the ground! Life was such a blur; I had just finished 9th grade & was starting 10th. I remember leaving school one day chasing a kid, can’t remember why but he jumped a fence into his girlfriend’s backyard and let’s just say after seeing her I didn’t care about beating his ass anymore. Her name was Kandi. I spent every second with this girl until one night my friend wanted to party. I was at her house and she didn’t want me to go. I always left my keys in the ignition and after taking a shower I went to leave & my keys were gone. I laughed & said that’s not going to stop me, thinking she had taken them. I called my friends to pick me up, when I returned the next day my truck was gone. I was mad and said some mean things, she swore she didn’t take it. Her stepdad told me to call the police, so eventually I did. Turns out my truck had been in a hit & run that night. They were interrogating me because I didn’t report it stolen until after & my wallet was in the glove box. After a week or two I located my truck in an impound yard. When I went to pick it up, they said I had to pay before I could see it. I asked how messed up it was & they said it wasn’t bad. As I walked up, I was happy until I saw the passenger side. “Fuck” the whole side was destroyed but still drivable. About a month later Kandi called & said she found the kids that stole my truck while walking her dog in the park. They were trying to pick up on her, bragging about stealing trucks. They told her the whole story thinking she was interested. She hung out with them for a week to figure out where they lived. Her and I pulled up in my smashed truck, I rang the doorbell and as soon as he opened the door he took off. I caught his ass. He was crying like a little bitch as he ratted out his other friends, which we paid visits to as well. Eventually I had three kids in the bed of my truck & hauled them to the police station. After several months of trying to prove I didn’t wreck my own truck they were finally convicted & put in juvey. I received a three dollar check every month for restitution from the state. After this, Kandi & I went out a couple more times, but it just wasn’t the same…sorry Kandi! She was a curvy girl!