"Stolen kisses are always sweetest."
Leigh Hunt
He told me the story about the time his Porsche was stolen from the dealership when he left it for an oil change. They had recovered it about a week later but the car smelled like the homeless had been using it for a mobile love shack. We ended up laughing so hard it hurt.
"I will hang on to it and give it to one of the kids when they are old enough to drive. It will go to Jonathan, most likely. He'll be old enough to drive in less than two years."
I gasped inwardly at the idea of a teen being given a Porsche 911. I thought of the old beat-up Granada that I had bought for two hundred bucks that had no muffler. My entire ghetto neighborhood could hear me coming down the street. The best day of my life had been when a guy backed into it
