My Vehicle.

I'm not a person who conforms to rules or even other peoples schedule that well, so you can imagine the frustration my mother has put me through in taking my car.  I love being the leader and hate following others and the fact that I've been made a, "passenger", in more than one sense, my skin has acquired a itch i can no longer scratch.  She sold my jeep for no clear reason but to give me a renewed sense of, "ownership", but nothing is learned when you already feel you own the car?  I totally understand how some kids can do for themselves because their families can't do for them, but when your mother drives around in an audi it's kind of annoying watching her pull out the driveway and cruise down you street and yo have o walk down that same street.

When I see a navy blue jeep wrangler drive down the street I can honestly say I fantasize about stealing, on some grand theft auto type shit. Like i wanna yank him out the car, say, "fuck you", and burn rubber down Ventura.  Now I say this with no true intent for I already have enough legal issues, so please don't bug me about it.  But I hope in giving you a closer realistic glimpse at my frustrated psyche, that you can truly understand my anger towards my mother selling my vehicle.