Who goes through three cars within a time period of one year?

Oh, yeah, Lucifer.

The first one was an old Volvo from the 80′s. It was tank… I don’t remember too much about this car other than it was really hot. There was no AC, the black leather seats did not help any. None of that mattered.

It was summer and we had a car. To this day, on the first warm days of the season, all I can think about is listening to ‘Choking Victim’ while aimlessly driving around with my friends, smoking, laughing, living.

I remember the sun roof stopped working in that car and we would often get rained on. The rain drops would drip onto our laps as we would continue to just drive around. We didn’t car. we had the freedom of a car.

That did not last for too long though. Shortly after he has received that Volvo, it blew up, or something. This time it was not anyone’s fault. 

What happened to the other cars though. That is another story.

The next car was a red station wagon. They beat the crap out of this car. Aside from the destruction of this car I don’t really remember how long he had it, or what we did while he had it, so it really couldn’t have been that long of a time period.

What I do remember though, is that one night, or day, or something, the boys were really stoned and burned a huge picture in the fabric on the inside roof of this car. 

It was a bomb, which happened to be their band’s logo. Soon after other things got burned into that car. Names, crude words, symbols, you get the idea. Charred seats from dropped cigarettes, water damage from spilled drinks, garbage from fast food, dutch guts, ash, actually this car was just as disgusting. 

The end of this little red wagon is as follows. Lucifer’s neighbor started chatting with him on a regular basis. After a few weeks of getting to know one and other the neighbor, let’s call him, V, asked Lucifer if he could borrow his car. If Lucifer  agreed, V, would reward him with a large amount of marijuana. There was nothing Lucifer loved more than smoking weed for free so he immediately agreed to lend out his car, to his shady neighbor V, whom he barely knew.

We waited for hours for V’s return. Soon Lucifer’s mom would come home and wonder where the car was, so, to avoid that, we just left and went to another house.

The memories of where we actually went and what we did there are kind of foggy but i do recall walking to Wawa and bumping into Lucifer’s cousin. She wanted to know if I had seen Lucifer because the police and his mother were looking for him. Soon enough the cops showed up and he had to go with them to answer a few questions. 

As it turns out, V, used the red wagon for a robbery and the police found the car in an abandoned parking lot with no tires, smashed windows, and vulgar symbols burned into it. I am unsure to this day if the police ever found out that his friends were the ones behind the burns.

My favorite part about this story has to be the fact that just a few days later, Lucifer got a another new car.

CAR NUMBER THREE.

Have you ever watched “Full House?” maybe I am dating myself but it is a show we all grew up on. Anyway, Lucifer’s next car looked just like the Danny Tanner’s car from that television show. He didn’t beat the crap out of this car like the first two. This was the last car of Lucifer’s that I ever sat in though. Mainly because I was the reason that this car was destroyed, no, I did not personally destroy his car, in case that is what you were thinking.

Someone tracked dog poop in his car. Did he clean it no. So, when he picked me up from wherever I was I had to sit in the back next to the dog poop, being that someone else was in the front already.  I stayed as far away from that side of the car as I could. Just as we arrived back to Lucifer’s house he yells “I’m going to make Maegan fall in dog shit!” and takes the next turn as sharply as he could. I hold on to the handle above the door that is there for this reason and then the tires slam right into the curb. He had misjudged the turn and his tires ate the curb. He tried to blame me but I was at the point where I was no longer tolerating his crap, plus, there was a witness with us.

That car needed a new axle. I think he eventually got it fixed, I am not too sure though. Who knows. he might have just got a new one.