The Car has new brakes/rotors- struts- and ruts.. everything has been checked out ok.. It is an annoying squeaky sound like a squeaky door or something.

Have you ever felt as if you were broke? Poor as in a way of having no house- no money- and no one; no one who understands you and who you really are? Even if you hold up a sad depressing sign- saying ‘I’m Homeless- I’m Hungry- Help!’ people ignore you as if it’s all a stupid lie.

This morning- the urban Manhattan culture was sparking people’s imaginations. Especially mine. People strutted the streets- living their lives as God had told them to. Nothing could stop them. Nothing could stop me. Though I was just a tiny pin dot out of all of them. A pin dot- that life’s mysterious ego had plans for- that day.
All was calm in New York that morning. But something was going to happen. Something.
There was one thing in that city that many souls were not noticing. It was the puzzling legend of the homeless people roaming the streets. No one looked at them. No one cared for them. It was a lost cause.
But at some point- I end up emotionally like a poor person; feeling as if what I am is all a stupid lie.
This is how it started: I was dead watchful in the back seat of the car.
“Daddy-”
“Yeah?”
“You gonna help that poor person with the sign?”
“No-”
“Why?”
“Because…it might be a lie.”
“How could it be a lie?”
“Because- some of them are millionaires and just dress up and beg for money to make themselves a fortune- while others are homeless and hungry. You can never find out what the real truth is.”

This was the day my life flipped. This was the day- that without knowing- I set out on some sort of quest: “What’s the truth to life? Not a stupid lie?” The poor people aside the streets of New York set an example of my thoughts and feelings- starting that day.
I figured in The Bronx I would go finding this: poor people holding up inane signs and stealing Poland Spring water from the venders selling it…like that was it…
and that was all they could do to survive.
I looked over at my mother who was lost in a People Magazine. I just sat there and thought about how New York could end up being some unidentified world of lies.
I had another thought: ”What does he mean by ‘chills.?’”
It had all started a month ago- when my father was sitting at the dinner table- thriving over Yankee Stadium like is was some lost Egyptian Pyramid. He was saying- “I just get chills walking into that place.”
He set off and bought tickets in the hot shot section- which to him was ‘bigger and better.’ To me- that was another lost cause.
it continues on but i ll stop there
Its my novel im writing

i need front struts and cover- but i am being told i need the ball joints and trailer arm (tension rod). but i am looking for the parts and i see the tension rod comes with a bushing. was wondering if i could just replace the bushings or would i have to do the whole piece. i looked at it and it is not bent or anything- just thinking they are trying to get extra money out of me. how could you tell if you need another tension rod and how to check if you need ball joints. i know i need struts- thats a fact. thanks for any help you can give me at all on any subject.

i hasve a 2001 toyota tundra and have had to change front shocks (actually their struts) many times and was told that i could do this by a backyard mechanic- but would like to make certain before doing so. directions
im sorry meant to say grease serts

Ladies and gentlemen-
Ladies and gentlemen-
This is a Jazze Phizal (Jazze Phizal) productshizzle-
Missy (Missy)-
The princess is here-
(She s here) Ciara- This beat is

Automatic
Supersonic
Hypnotic- funky fresh
Work my body so melodic-
The beat flows right through my chest-
Everybody
Ma and poppy
Came to party-
Grab somebody
Work your body- work your body-
Let me see you 1- 2 step

Rock it- don t stop it-
Everybody get on the floor-
crank the party up-
We about to get it on-
(Let me see ya)
1-2 step-
(I love it when ya 1-2 step)
(Everybody)
1-2 step-
We about to get it on (this beat is)

Outrageous
So contageous
Make you crave it (Jazze made it!)
So retarded- top charted-
Ever since the day I started-
Strut my stuff and yes i flaunt it-
Goodies make the boys jump on it (Jump on it)
No i can t control myself-
Now let me do my 1- 2 step

Rock it- don t stop it-
Everybody get on the floor-
crank the party up-
We about to get it on-
(Let me see ya)1-2 step-
(I love it when ya)
1-2 step
(Everybody)
1-2 step-
We about to get it on (this beat is)

[Missy]
(Now we gonna step it like this Hooooweee!)

It don t matter to me-
We can dace slow
(Ladies and gentlemen)-
Whichever way the beats drop-
Our bodies will go
(I like this ah)-
So swing it over here-
Mr. DJ-
(Hey- Hey)
And we will- we wil rock you up
It don t matter to me-
We can dance slow
(Dance slow yeah)
Whichever way the beats drop-
Our bodies wil go-
So swing over
here- Mr. DJ-
(Ladies and Gentlemen)-
And we will- we will rock you-
(Let s shake!)

[Missy]
I shake it like jello-
Make the boys say hello-
Cause they know im rockin the beat
(Rocking the beat)
I know you heard about a lot of great MC s-
But the aint got nothing on me (nothing on me)-
Because i m 5 foot 2-
I wanna dance with you-
And im sophisticated fun-
I eat filet mignon-
And i m nice and young-
Best believe im number one
(Whoa)

Rock it- don t stop it-
Everybody get on the floor-
Wake the party up-
We about to get it on-
(Let me see ya ll)
1-2 step-
(I love it when ya ll)
1-2 step
(Everybody)
1-2 step-
We about to get it on (this beat is)

Rock it- don t stop it-
Everybody get on the floor-
Wake the party up-
We about to get it on-
(Let me see ya)
1-2 step-
(I love it when ya)
1-2 step
(Everybody)
1-2 step-
We about to get it on (this beat is)

This is for the hearing impaired-
A Jazze Pha production- (oooohweee)- (oooohwee)