we nurtured you. we pruned you. we put our trust in you to protect our cars from the sun. and what do you do in return? you betray us. showering our paint with your toxic sap. dropping your crusty leaves. and horror among horrors, allowing those filthy little winged demons to build nest in your branches. we asked for shades, you gave us bird droppings. bad move, tree. don’t be surprised if someday you find yourself in our living room. as a coffee table. piled with car magazines made out of your friends.
sincerely, petrolheads.
