We're the Broken Ones

The first few notes of Nutshell by Alice in Chains drifts softly through the gritty stereo system of my sister's old Jeep Jeepster. The two-toned, characteristically box-shaped car was my sister Decembers pride and joy. She'd had it for a year and a half and ordinarily gave it a vigorous scrub down at least once a week. The car was probably the dirtiest it had been since she first "rescued" it off of Craigslist. There are crumpled brown bags of greasy fast-food nestled at out feet, and the usually immaculate windshield was plastered with the entrails of unfortunate insects.