It's actually funny that this holiday we all spend with our family, friends, loved ones, is one spent actually giving thanks. I see no thanks given or any one person being humble about anything whatsoever in this day and age of amped up ego's and false internet persona's constantly reminding you of how important they are via live feed. I could give two shits less of how you are feeling, who you hung out with, where you're at, or what bullshit part you made today. What you've done or where you're at is of little importance to anyone as well as the grand scheme of what's to come. It seems that the ones that are least appreciative are those who have had everything handed to them in life. Those are the ones least likely to deal with there own personal decisions or misfortunes. Go ahead and carry on through life with the expectation of a golden ticket, but keep in mind that expectations are never set in stone.
so I bought a 66 polara sedan with a 318 from this guy in long island. car wasn't running so I had it shipped through this company for $250. The Haitian who delivered it bent the fender all up while unloading it. I had to show this guy how to unload the car, all good though cause I'm definitely gonna get a check for a lot more than what i paid for the car. I got the motor started but there are no brakes. plumbing and rebuilding the whole brake system as of now. tank had about 15 gallons of smelly old gasoline all gummed up and rusty, pulled it and gonna flush it out.