Chapter one Bark! Bark! Bark! Oh for god’s sakes. And so begins another lifeless day. I’m David Jackson. I will be accompanying you on this dull existential meltdown, I thought to myself, as I trudged down to the kitchen. I opened the cupboard. “Where are they?” Aha! I found my rather irritatingly small amount of Froot Loops. Milk. On cereal. And, eat. I took my cereal to the table. Bark! Bark! Barkbarkbark! I took joy in knowing that my Neighbor’s dog was out in the gloomy Seattle rain. That damn thing barks more than is physically possible for a dog that size. I put my head in my hands as I walked to the window. "SHUT UP!" It didn't stop barking. After hitting my hip on the table, I realized that I hadn’t taken a wee all this morning, which further ruined my day. I got out of my chair, and headed to the bathroom. I thought, ‘I forgot to take a piss? I’m in a worse state of affairs than I thought.’ After I had done my business, I looked at myself in the mirror. 23, working at a bank, with a collection of about $10,000. I don’t look too bad, but I wouldn’t be the first to get a date. Part Asian. Part European. All Washingtonian. I walked back to my bowl of food, which had gone soggy. Yesterday, on the way home, I had picked out a used car magazine. I’ve wanted to get a car for ages, but never really got on to it. As I took a huge bite of the fruity stuff in my bowl, I picked up the mag and opened the cover. I flipped through it, looking for a good deal. It was unlikely for me to find anything here. Rice. Rice. Redneck mobile. Rice, Rice. Oh, hello, what’s this? My eyes fell upon a dark blue box shape. Upon further examination, it was a Toyota MR-2, with a supercharger, apparently. “84 model. $7,124? Wow. I looked for the location of this car. Bellevue? That’s not far away, I can bike that far. I made a note of the location. I went back to the book, and flipped through the rest of the pages. This looks promising. A Suzuki Cappuccino. Someone had imported it into America. Nice, but only 63 HP. Next one was an unmolested Honda Civic. It was fine, except for the Honda badge. I saw other cars, but that MR-2 stuck with me. I went back to the page, and got the address. I finished my cereal, half dreaming about that MR-2. I was absolutely smitten with owning my first car. And it was a Sports car, too! I put the dishes in the washer, happy to see the rain leaving. I grabbed a coat, and got out my cell phone. I called a taxi service, and the dispatcher sent me a taxi. I gave him the directions, and we left. the rain had completely stopped now, and I hadn't a care in the world. As we were going past a light, I saw an ad. “Gran Turismo championship qualifying, the 15th!” Three days from now. I want to go, for some reason. When we got there, the sun was shining. A beam of light landed on the car for sale. I was amazed. It looked even better up close! Staring at it the whole way, I knocked on the door to the house. An old man appeared. “Hello?” he said. “Uh, hello. I read in a paper that your car is for sale.” “Oh! Yes. Are you going to buy it?” “Yes, I am.” We walked over to the car. “Do you accept checks?” I said. “Yes.” This was quickly becoming my dream day. I wrote him the check, and he gave me the keys. “Take good care of her. She’s been good to me.” I got in the car, and was thrilled. “She needs an oil change, but that’s it. On with you.” I started up the car, and heard an engine that wanted to be exercised. I waved bye to the man. He had an odd smile on his face. I pumped the throttle. Not bad. Not bad at all. It only had about 130 HP, but it only weighed, like, 5 ounces. I looked around on the road. I remember from my childhood, my dad would take me to a really windy road, and drive around. It was the best time of my life. Now, I shall re-live that feeling. I turned on to the familiar road. I knew how it goes, and drove. This car is incredible! It is an excellent turner! I felt the corners melt under me. When I finally got home, my heart was racing. I own that feeling now! I had stopped at a diner on the way home, for precious nutrients. It had gone dark, and I needed sleep. I headed to bed, where I knew that the feeling would last. The feeling of owning a car, and that the car was awesome. And boy was I wrong about this morning.How is it?