flimshaw

gone before i ever had it. i finally started making some calls to find this fucking car. a little backstory: my dad bought a '50 mercury 10+ years ago without my knowing anything about it. my dad died 5 years ago. last year i was aking my mom about another car my dad owned, a 40-something buick, and she mentioned the mercury. wierd because i asked about the buick after seeing someone else's merc and... duh-ta-duh-ta-duh. so my mom didn't know where the car was and my dad's best friend was really sketchy when i called to ask him, so i had my mom call the best friend and he came up with a name. i'd found the guy's phone number and called a few times always getting his machine. i hate leaving messages so i never did until yesterday. he called this morning to say it's gone. a few years ago his neighbor was buring off some brush (this is out in the sticks) the fire got out of control and burned up the car. burned up a couple of '57 chevys the guy had for himself, too. this really fucking sucks. i was considering persuing automotive as a career just so i could fix this car. and a '50 merc is like a billion punk rock points. i was kind of expecting the car to not be there, but for it to have been destroyed is almost worse.