Journal #4 The Car Was Messy

Walking up to the car I didn’t realize it was originally a white car. I ran my finger down the paint writing “wash me” turning my finger a nasty brown color. Opening the door was like opening a Port O Poty. Stench was so rancid that I had to breathe through my shirt. I couldn’t see through the windows from the caked on grim. If I could see the carpet I assume it wouldn’t be much different but all I could see was Wendy’s and Burger King Wrappers with rock hard French fries. With mold growing on the dash I decided to get out before I got sick.