My heart stops beating.

I don’t know what I’m afraid of.

Something else that makes my heart stop beating is the expense of buying a car. A Hyundai Excel, three-door hatchback, made in 1995. The attached picture, dear reader, is the exact color and state of repair of my car, although I got it for only $3500.

I paid for the car in cash (it took me five months to save that money), but the registration and insurance and check-up/maintenance fees will probably put me in $2000 in debt by the end of next week.

Which is why it’s doubly important that I fix my stalling heart. I mean, what if I think I see my ex-girlfriend in another car, and involuntarily swerve onto the median strip? Things like that could be nasty, let me tell you.