One time when Jaime’s car was full of crap, bags of old clothes, a lamp shade, hockey skates, with maybe a box fan and an old rusted fry pan, a friend of mine asked, “Is Jaime mentally ill?”
The contents of our cars say a lot about us. Just ask Pennywise here waiting for his driver to come out of the Hotel Northampton. Or maybe probate court. The car was parked on King Street. Note that his seatbelt is still attached.
I said "Turn Right!"
