Only a Little Cliché

Boxers weren't good boyfriends. That's what was engraved into my brain my entire life, more on that later. So, now I was out of highschool, and on my own. I decided to take a year off of school, traveling as far as I could drive in my car that could burst into flames at any given moment. Actually, that's where the story starts. When I was on a deserted road outside an abandoned gas station with nothing but $3.75 and a car that was useless. Mostly because it was on fire.