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This was submitted for an assignment for a class that I took in 2016 named “The Image and the Word” taught at “The International Center of Photography.”
Twelve years ago, I paid $600 for an old, rusted 1989 Dodge Ram pickup truck.
I have since put in at least another $3000 (transmission, tires, etc).
I can't seem to part with the damn thing.
It's not sexy and I don't drive it much, but it's convenient and reliable.
My youngest son named him "Crush" and pinned a ribbon he won at school on the inside of the cab.
It's still there.
One time, me and my boys were eating sunflower seeds while taking a load of junk to the landfill.
We spit the shells out the open window as far and fast as we could, laughing hysterically each time.
None of us cared about the mess.
It's like that when something's not valuable.
It doesn't matter if it gets scratched or dented, nor even if the bed rusts.
It's just loose and free…