"Stealing Cars"

I'm certain that if being very sentimental that the thought of getting your first car, and telling everyone to fuck of.  Should set the mood about having the time to surrender to the police that you are not currently a person with a driving licence.  Which would probley connect the people involved with me, the place that it had to happen, this place was Seattle Washington, and it was the thought that counted, and since, I'm wanted now....!  I should look deeper into the wisdom of being left for having lost my parents, or his parents.  Or the person I was with, I couldn't tell if he was lieing or not, but he did manage to steal my guitar, and letting myself trust this character, because he looked like a person that had to do with Iron Maiden.  The thoughts connecting to me,  what would I do what could I begin to say?   Please place a comment hear if you see any difference! I think I actually remember trying to get the car back at the impound station, and didn't know if I could get arrested for trying to get my car back after, I left the seen of the "crime".  It only occurred to me at the time, I just got hear in town and was here about 3 to 4 weeks, and thought that if I was living in my car it wouldn't make that much of a difference if I did live in the street, thanks to my friend.  I certainly would have went with the story this guy had, and I didn't really think that he should be kicked out of the car in about 2 minutes from the time I decide to get him to get the hell out of my car.  But the thought was that I didn't know anything about the place I was in and, he did, you could tell, and don't figure, I think he was a orphan, although, after some time searching, for this "orphan", I found friends and made acquaintances but I did succeed in finding him again, although, after searching for the truth within him, I needed to find him, after he had forgave me for letting him sell my guitar, that I thought would grant me some idea of the life it would take to live in this unforgiving place! So "I" did, and it led to a understanding with his life giver who he lived with, someplace in Seattle were he had falsely lived, which I also had to find, and I should Forget, this is a small place, just about 1 city wide by 5 outside city's wide, what a grasp on direction, and I'm not sure how I found food, just to remember this friend of mine, had connections.


My Ford Tracer Wrecked into a Mercedes Benz! The thought of staying long enough for a police car and a licence was to much for me to take.  My uncertain friend in the car with me, didn't lighten the effect,  and all my belonging were  left behind someplace..! Only one thing, my guitar, that this person so uperhandedly grabbed as he left the car also managed to list my guitar on things to have sold before we meet back, beyond leaving the car wrecked in the middle of a 4 way someplace in Seattle.