On the following page you'll find some of my "words" that i've written. I only have information on my book: "the 2nd Original" and another story inspired by my friend from work; Carlos.

There are more characters I'll add them as I remember or think them up.

Who is Mareso Tros?

Here's my new story which, you should read. I like it and i'll highlight any new parts if i decide to add on, also it's not done so I most likely will add later on. The Box Now I know what you�re thinking, �why is Mareso trying to tell everyone about his car?� but I�ll tell you why because not many people understand why I love this car. I mean I�ve gone through so much with this little car and it�s only been seven months since I first got it. I remember being in a big slump, I had just gotten fired from my job and I had barely gotten out of high school. I had done nothing the summer after I graduated except worked. I should also tell you I�m not going to school yet I mean it�s like �whatever� for me right now. I mean come on! I�ve been going to school for the past twelve years and you want me to what? Go for another five, and I say five because the average student completes a four year in five years that is if they don�t fail any of their classes. Oh yeah I have to acknowledge that it is possible to finish in four years except I don�t know how many students want to take twenty-three units a semester. That�s just crazy. So it was November and I had just gotten fired, no one ever told me I couldn�t do that, from my job as a scooper from Baskin Robbins. I wasn�t angry, I�m lying, I don�t really care, I did, but I sure do miss that ice cream, I got sick so many times from that damned shit. Anywho, I�m getting off track, I lost my job and I began to look for another job, not really, and my friend told me about this one restaurant, it�s not really a restaurant, and she told me that she�ll recommend me and I�ll get hired for sure. I was excited, because I was running out of money, because I would get a feel for something different: being a waiter. That�s what the job called for and I never served anyone well if you don�t count those rude people from Baskin Robbins. So, back on track again, I apply and get the job, yay, and I�m financially secure again. While I was looking for a job my father was looking for a truck and nice expensive truck at that too. One day I come home, after work, walking from the bus stop, and find a new truck in the driveway. I think �Who the hell�s truck is this?� I ask my mother and she tells me to ask my father, I slightly get excited, and I go find him outside working on the garden. I asked and he threw something at my feet, I didn�t see what he threw, and only said �It�s yours now.� I look down and see an old key. I examine it, which temporarily blinds me, and ask what�s this for? There was another car I didn�t notice out on the street. I calmly walk towards the street and see an old bucket. I�m sure you know what I mean when I say: �bucket� but that�s what it was; it was a piece of shit, crap, old car. It turned out that while my father was looking for a new truck he found a car for me. Why he did that? I still couldn�t tell you but I was ecstatic for a moment; when I thought the truck was for me, but I�m ecstatic now which, is the reason why I�m writing this. I love this little; it�s not that little, car. I have to defend it whenever someone decides to bash it but I understand that only those that haven�t driven or ridden in one will bash my car. I say that because I met someone at my work that drove the same car, not literally but the same model, and he told me a story about how attached he got to the car. One he, his name is Willie, and his friend needed to go to Los Angeles to handle some business, I don�t know what it was, and rather than take two cars they rode In his friend�s car and Willie left his car in the parking lot of a shopping center. Once they reached Los Angeles Willie realized he had locked his keys in his car but they couldn�t do anything till they got back to Pomona. I bet you can see where this is going: the car was stolen by the time they got back. They called the police but of course they didn�t really seem to care and just told them �We�ll call you.� First thing he did when he got home was tell his wife and she wasn�t the happiest person to hear that their car was stolen. One thing you should know is that Willie and his wife would take that car everywhere and never have a problem, same thing with me except I have no wife. A week passed by and it was Monday morning and there hadn�t been any word from the police. First thing Willie noticed when he stepped outside was the same model car as his and as he jumped on his bike he wondered how could it would have been to meet another person that drove the same model car, since you hardly see them around. At a second glance he noticed this bumper sticker: �Foo Fighters.� Something clicked in his head and he began to believe that that car was his. He walked closer and a man came out from the house. �Hi� the man said and Willie greeted him and asked him about the car. �I always liked these kinds of cars I know they run forever� Willie said �So would you think about selling me this car?� They decided on 600 dollars and Willie made him wait while he went to get the money but he went inside to tell his wife to call the cops and he brought out the money. First thing the man said was �This is you car isn�t it?� Willie nodded and the man continued with, �Ok I won�t cause anymore trouble.� The man waited there calmly for the police and didn�t put up a fight or struggle. I believe that it was meant to be because Willie told me about how he ended up losing up the car. It was towed away and held for thirty days but Willie couldn�t pay for the fees and it was sold. Seems ironic but very sentimental because Willie told me as he watched them tow the car he cried, pussy. Yet it is right there, one point for the Boxes, which shows what an effect the car can have on its driver. Now the way I�ve talking about my car is that it�s never had any problems of the sort but it has. Yes, my car �problems.� First thing I had to do to it was fix the clutch and that isn�t something easily done. The thought of fixing it crossed my mind but that�s all it did: cross my mind. I had just enough to get it fixed by a mechanic and it was good as new, I didn�t know what that felt like. So there I was with a bucket, with a new clutch, and the brakes decide to start squealing. My father recommended to me that I should change the brakes for all the tires and get the Plates and Drums sand blasted; I think that�s how they clean it. Anywho me change the brakes? It seemed difficult at the time but my father said he would help me and teach me, there�s one thing you should know about my father: he may be the smartest piece of shit you�ll ever meet but he has never learnt how to teach. So after getting those things cleaned we began on the front brakes, not too hard but well two things made it hard, one was I didn�t know what I was doing and my father. But we did it after a few hours, now it takes me a few minutes to change the brakes. Here�s the thing about the rear brakes: that�s where the hand brake takes effect and it�s a weird gizmo that makes the rear wheels lock up. The gizmo has springs and plates and screws galore, I�m exaggerating but its does have those things. So I couldn�t remove the springs or put them on for that matter. So yeah you get the idea my dad did it. I just watched mostly trying to learn from his experience: not an easy thing. You�d think that�d be the last thing I�d have to fix for a while but that�s where you�re wrong. Soon enough I would get pulled over for a light on my car not working. �Which light?� I asked stupidly to the police officer. He showed me that my license plate light was off. I didn�t believe the officer that I needed it but soon enough I got a citation by another for ignoring the first officer�s warning. Bah I paid twenty to get it off my record but five dollars to fix it myself. Problem after problem I�ve tackled but slowly I forgot how old my car was or really I began ignoring the fact it was so old because even with all of those problems my car was in better condition than most people�s newer cars. Also since it�s so aged it made it so much easier to fix the problems. I�ve been having this constant issue, I won�t drag on, with my front right tire screeching whenever I turn left but I�ve found a way to make it quieter and also it isn�t doing anything to the car because I�ve looked so many times and see no sign of damage. I love messing with my car, period. I don�t see it as a hassle because each time I try to fix something I do and I learn something new. Remember what I said about Willie and his wife taking their car on trips? Well I�ve gone on a few and at first I was worried but now I�m more secure with this car than I would with my mother�s car. The first trip I took was to take a friend of mine to Coronado, it�s near San Diego well right next to it, and he was stationed at the naval base there. First thing I did was check with my father about what he thought and guess what he told me, he yelled at me, that the car would make it of course but just to check everything. Of course I would check the car before I took it on a trip, what do you think I am stupid? The car made it easily I on the other hand...I was from driving so long. I was so proud to be sleeping that night because I, in my eyes, had done something great and was proud of my box. Recently I went on a camping trip, that�s a whole other story, and it was great. One reason as to why it was so great was because this would be the first time I took my box on a serious mountain trek. I was worried that my box wouldn�t be able to handle it but yet again I was wrong about it. Going up was scary when the box was packed but going down was beautiful. I wished I was able to drive alone more often because then I could�ve, and probably would�ve, zoomed down the mountain. I�m positive I would have managed to get down safely, maybe not I mean I doubt it I would have driven too fast. Well my car, I mean box, is the best. Maybe you should look into getting one.