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