I vividly remember this POS van that we used to have. I think my Dad bought it for 500 bucks.

It was such a POS that one time my Dad would tap his ashes from his cigarettes directly on the floor as well as let us spit on the floor before they put this ghetto carpet in. We only did that once. Additionally the crapper had a hole in the floor and we could see the road as we drove. It was sweet.

When it started up it was a loud shrieking noise. And one time I was chilling outside and my Dad started it up out of the blue. It scared me soo bad that I ran to the door thinking someone is doing a drive by.

I ran my kneee directly into the corner of the porch and I still have a scar to this day. I even remember having a cast on my knee and I remember ripping it apart because I itched soo bad.