Do not go gentle into that good night

With the aid of Craigslist, I sold my car. It saddened me to do so. I sold it to a man named Moe. He was polite, efficient, almost perfunctory. I signed the papers and he drove it to Canarsie. (If he made it that far. I was careful to temper the bill of sale with caveats such as "SELLER accepts no responsibility if car explodes into firey ball," though if it does catch on fire I suppose it doesn't matter what the bill of sale says.) I am now officially sans car. Good night, sweet prince.