When Nathan learned to drive, he was about in his early 20s in 2013 he graduated ABEKA . Erik had taken over the backyard because he lost the house he was living in before yelling that it was his house. He lost a lot of places that he lived in. I was mighty glad I was given to Nathan because he took care of me. Getting used to my surroundings, I've noticed all of Nathan's cars he owned because he took such good care of us. His first car was the Grand Marque named Susie. The second was, a Dodge van, the third car was me. 6 months later, along came Ol' Reliable; the spunky but fast Fiesta. I know the question; "why so many cars?" and the answer to that was because Nathan worked as a janitor at PESCO after Joe got him a job there. I didn't think it was an appropriate job for Nathan because he was working with Natives that he hated whites...but how else was Nathan going to get some experience? Nathan took care of his cars and saved up.

in the year 2012, a few years later, when Nathan got laid off, Nathan met a girl named Shay. The first encounter was all the way out to Aztec where she lived. I was taken out there to find her cooking was junk. She had cooked what looked like couscous mashed up with a bunch of Mexican rice and corn grits. I didn't like it because it had no flavor and what I did was absolutely horrible. I threw my plate at Shay and it splattered all over Nathan and Shay. It was a mess and on the outside, I knew I was in a huge Betty Davis. I could tell Nathan was actually proud of me inside because it wasn't fair to Nathan to be driving all the way to Aztec when Shay could've driven over to him, but the worry was that Candy; Jan's white toy poodle would bite her face off. That's exactly what happened several weeks later of hanging out with Shay. She was so heavy, my tires couldn't withhold much longer on the way to Nathan's house. I couldn't hold up over 22o pounds and I was scarred for life when she bared armpit hair like the one from a gorilla. That girl had an odor a few times but not enough for Nathan to get close to, even when she wore tank tops. One day of a car show, she didn't wear deodorant under her one of her tank tops and the smell was so bad, it stained up my interior with that smell. I've met females that smelled better and took way better care of their hygiene than Shay did.

I couldn't believe it, Shay drank kombu Cha just to lose weight but I know that drink was fattening in sugars. Some people take laxatives for 2 weeks a month and still eat and drink and they lose weight quick. A lot of people work out for 7 days. She could've started out with slim fast and then worked out, but she didn't care what she looked like.

After the car show, Nathan and Shay would get something to eat. The bad news was, Jerome was in town and I wished he wasn't because Shay saw him and ditched Nathan to hang out with Jerome. If I had the magic to erase the time when Nathan met Shay through Jerome, I'd take the action of preventing it from happening. But time happens to folks with moments that wait to happen for a reason. The many times that came have happened, Nathan still hung out with Shay. No one in the household liked Shay. Randy forbade Nathan to hang out with Shay because there were conversations made up by Shay; like the time she said Randy was flirting with her. All he did was make small talk with her and it went too far. It got to her head. Shay was already being rude to Jesse; another friend of Nathan's. Shay was what I called a tramp. It got to be a bother the more Shay hung out. One night, she called Nathan late at night and she wanted him to go with her to Albuquerque, to get laid. It was good that Nathan declined it because the next thing she came back with pure positive harpies. Private matters were suppose to stick to the person and it wasn't to be shared. Shay even proved she got infected. and it was printed on a doctor's paper saying so. No one wanted to know that.

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I have never seen such a human pig in my life, not even the girls I've dated never had any diseases. Then in 2011, I was selected to star in a movie teaser trailer about a true story that happened years ago to a guy that got killed, stuffed in a trunk and dumped off at Choke Cherry canyon. I was going to pass as a Ford Galaxy 500 because that's the car the murderers used in the true story. Since they didn't want to copy cat the history that took place, they used me. I don't remember the title of it but I remember it was late in the night that Nathan got me after waiting in a parking lot for 8 hours. I haven't recalled the producer's name either but I know he was a prat in my jack-hole. Nathan never got paid for the credit, gas and was never paid for the part-replacement. The producer broke off my door handle and kept rough housing me in my gears. It really grinded my tootles with irritation because I didn't like to play rough. I cut off power each time the guy tried a little wheeling out. So, he kept starting the ignition. I didn't want to star in the movie anymore because he was already irking me. I basically had it up to my noodle with him for vandalizing my personal space. I chose to go home than be sworn at and beaten down by a jerk-wad producer. He was so irresponsible.

The movie was never made to other trailers and it never made it to theaters because the producer quit on the achievement. I didn't care because as long as I lived, I vowed never to let anyone else ride inside me. I swore that I wouldn't let anyone know that Nathan came across to find out about my misfit on the spot. I spent months at Joe's house recovering from that prat-hole's irresponsible behavior. I enjoyed donuts and coffee fresh baked from Carol's kitchen. It lasted 3 weeks tops and I enjoyed watching TV and taking naps. In the year 2012, there was a trailer for "Broken Circle Breakdown" which was a romantic movie between a native and a white person. I had gained a plump 260 pounds overweight from the trauma. My appetite focused basically on grease, fat, calories, carbohydrates, and saturated trans fats for being 45 years old. I really needed to eat right and work out and get up at a good time in the morning. I had a full-body of muscles, energy, and woke up early in the mornings. I had fallen out of it and focused on recovering so much that I got fat on treats, sweets and high fat.

When Joe saw how out of shape I was, he decided to whip me back into shape by working on losing weight, eating right, and changing my sweets intake to once a month and getting me used to a healthy lifestyle. It was every day that I worked out but I started getting my muscles back. I still didn't like zooming up hills and dirt mounts because my joints hurt me when I did. My shocks would wear out and I'd cut off power if I did go up hills. I dreaded my bath days because the water was always cold and the pressure was too high. I didn't hold still, not for Joe or anyone else. I did enjoy when it was over because I liked a little polish now and then.