The human foot can stand only so much verbal abuse before it gives up, turns inward, and stops attending social functions. Generally speaking, a foot’s paintings from these periods are more honest.

Special Shoes and Bongo Drum Solos.

My vacuum cleaner has a headlight but no turn signals.
…real fuckin profound.

It’s never too early to start thinking about car burial. Eventually your car is going to get old. It’s going to break down or refuse to let you shift out of reverse. You may simply just wish to stop driving, give up your job and forfeit your place in society altogether. You’ll need to do something with the 2,000lbs+ box of steel and plastic you’ve called friend all these years. You must return it to the earth. Select a sizable chunk of ground in your or a neighbor’s yard and start digging. Immediately. Use your hands if needed. It may be necessary to park your car in the street or closed garage out of sight of your digging so as to avoid any awkward conversation. If an abundance of swing sets, BBQ pits, laundry poles, uneven patio stones, old water heaters...