These bones are not for sale
I had put down a deposit. Signed for a loan I didn't even ask for. I wasn't even there when the deal was made. My parents arranged it for me. My life long loan. Now I make payments every day. I need to take care of it, pay the bills, make sure I fill it with fuel three times a day. Sometimes I run it into the ground, sometimes I leave it in the garage to make sure it doesn't get rusted. I have grown to like this loan, it's been fun, it has taken me places I could only dream of. Something that seems like I'd like to have for a while. But everywhere I looked, every loan agent I talked to, they all told me the same thing. These bones are not for sale, they are not mine to have. I only signed up for a loan. Someday I am going to have to trade it in. It doesn't matter if I take good care of it, keep it washed and out of the sun to keep the paint from chipping. There is no form to sign, no money I can put down, no barter, no de...