escaping the monetary woes of adulthood is like Red Leader

you’re charging down that trench in the Death Star

full speed in your little jalopy (because let’s face it, none of us have sweet cars)

and you see the end, the tiny target of No Car Repairs Ever

and you’re yelling “almost there…ALMOST THERE”

…then you explode.

and by explode I mean drop $750 in a day on car repairs.