so i answered this letter i got about "guaranteed" auto credit. yet another adventure in financial futility. i found out today that my big ass does not fit in just any car. either i really gained a lot of weight over the last few years or cars are small as shit inside. i sat in a Mercury Sable and i thought i was trying to drive a box. popped in a Dodge Stratus and my knee thought it was a guage on the freakin' dash. [sheesh!] i know i probably irked the shit out of the closer dude. i flat out told him i didn't want a note over $150 and as close to $100 as possible. "i've never done a deal for $100..." well sir, you've never done a deal with me then. supposedly they're gonna call Monday, but i've heard that shit before. won't be holding any oxygen on that one.
it isn't all that pressing for me anyway, because the only thing they had that i fit in was a Chevy Impala. i'll admit it was a nice ride w/low mileage, but it wasn't what i want to get. i know shit about a Chevy Impala. i'm going to have to look them up just in case dude wasn't bullshittin' 
about calling me back. if i don't get financing, i'm gonna end up having to use me tax ref to pop a new whip. last year i got jammed by Needa & the trannie and couldn't get my A&H 
mixer. i'm not trying to do that again this year. i plan to get some much needed new equipment, as well as upgrades for some existing equipment. i've got to put my project studio in motion...on that note...
make like Michael Strahan learned anything from Orenthal James Simpson...PEACE
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