Death of a Salesman

I'm never selling a car ever again. In the future, I'm simply leaving it somewhere on the side of the road. Maybe birds would nest in it, and it'd become a symbol of life and hope.

My car selling experiences have caused me to not sleep, not eat, and likely ring up a cellphone bill like none seen since the great "have you seen my keys?" crisis of 2007.

I've also lost faith in humanity.

Sales + Bess = BessMass - BessSoul

This is basically how I'm explaining my weight loss this weekend. "MmmmSoulomnomnomnom," says the sprite of automotive negotiation and fair market value.