when I was 19 years old I drove a tow truck. One day I meet the owner of this wrecker, a very nice old man.
 I forgot his name but I remember his story.
He lost 2 years of his life protecting his own.
I remember a happy but resentful old man that worked hard and helped me to better myself.
A few years ago I stumbled upon his old work horse in an automotive grave yard, and it being there meant only one thing.

Thank you for all you taught me.

your front bumper, CUT IT!