texts: The chop-shop... Where are the stripped cars?  The rolled-back odometers? The part bins?
labels: What happened? Old-age happened. I tired of killing them. I woke up one morning and thought I am no longer a destroyer. I am a means of resurrection. Now. We restore. We revive. There are so few things in this life, we can prevent from decay. Most must die. These don't have to...