Dear whoever has my first truck

To you, it's a single cab 1999 Chevy S10 that is not worth shit. Probably melted or junked by now, or someone's work truck... who knows, but...

Do you know what you have? That thing was my life. That little truck has seen at least 40,000 miles of Main Streets, and twice that many backroads. I tinted that back window myself, so we could sleep after Sloshout 03... That horn...has turned heads,gotten numbers, started fights, and even saved a life of a homeless guy about to cross the road in Houston.

I lost probably 147 pairs of sunglasses in that truck. I also lost countless earrings, homework assignments, friends, and my virginity in there.

I lost the first love of my life in that bench seat, and the father of my kid told me he loved me and kissed me for the first time there too.

I drove across the country multiple times. Rollin like a hippy kid... once with my cat and a 12" sub bumpin' Lil Flip and Weezer... actually multiple times...

I made life long bonds with people in that truck. We were too young for bars, too old to play at home. Trapped somewhere in between kid and adult, and that truck was our freedom. I could not even tell you the amount of beer drank or pot smoked in that cab...riding along down endless backroads, chasing the moon and singing along to Dashboard Confessional.

Sometimes we would just drive up to the highest points we could get to on the gas in the tank, and just sit outside on the tailgate and exist. Think about our futures. Talk about our dreams. Worry and gossip about things we have now forgotten about and were never worth the dramatic bitchfests we gave them.

I learned a lot about life in that truck. It's not just a single cab S10. It is a time capsule of my life.

You have gold. To you it might not mean anything. To me...it's a lot of memories I won't ever get back. It's yours now.