In 2001, my father finally succumbed to the bone cancer that had tortured him for seven years. His last weeks were a terrible, black icing on the cake, the agony, the slow twisting, thinning and snapping of his skeleton. Everything fell apart.
Mostly the problems when I was down were caused by myself. There were times when I was not responsible enough or decisive enough.
I've always been into cars. Cars are part of our genetic makeup. It's unavoidable.
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