If you could sell the car and the house, then you must live in a pack em and stack em zombie mausoleum, so you can walk to the pizza, the 7-11 and the fema bus. Or maybe it's "what I'd really like to do is to borrow the car keys, and see ya later, can I have them please?" Edited: And as I hung up the phone, it occurred to me, my kid was a fucking sheeple He'd grown into a fucking sheep.........