Couple gets rid of all of their stuff.
In a story related to the idea that "the things you own, end up owning you," I was hanging out with a friend on his front porch in a near east Dallas neighborhood on a sunny afternoon this weekend, when a car that looked exactly like my previous steel cage drove by. It was an eerie feeling as if I witnessed an estranged member of my family. The one that family kind of forces you to love, because you have to...
Is that what our "american love affair with cars" is like?
Sounds more like Stockholm Syndrome to me.