To this day, it still smells a little like weed. Except only I can tell. I guess my car is good luck too. Besides the fact I've locked my keys in it twice. I left the spare under the seat one time, with the windows down, and doors unlocked, and came back the next morning with everything intact.
Nobody wants it.
There's three pictures of Macaulay Culkin on the back, and a Chicago poster duct taped to the ceiling of my car. It sucks balls. Especially cause the Macaulay Culkin pictures are in Spanish. God Damn Michael Yamagata. And Chicago, the band of cocksuckers.