Treehouse: I'm Not Driving Them Anymore, They Can Take a Cab to the Gas Station
So I graduated last June,
right?
And the whole time I’m in high school, I’m working. I’m talking every weekend, after school, summers—I’m at this landscaping gig just grinding it out. Because I had a goal. I wanted a BMW. Not a new one, obviously, but a real one. Used, yeah, but clean. Black. Leather interior. The whole thing.
And I saved up. Took me two years, but I did it. Bought it cash. And let me tell you—people don’t understand the difference it makes when you’re driving luxury. It’s not just about getting from point A to point B. It’s about how you feel when you’re behind the wheel.
It’s about the way people look at you when you pull up.
It’s respect.
It’s status.
It’s… I don’t know,
it’s just different.
Anyways, my friends and I—I thought this would be something we could all leverage, you know? Like, I’m the guy with the nicest car in our friend group now. That’s my thing. We can go places, we can make moves, we can film content, whatever. I’m providing the vehicle—literally. I thought it was gonna be this whole vibe.
Until one night.
We’re going to the gas station to film a TikTok video. Just stupid stuff, nothing serious.
And we’re driving, and one of the guys in the backseat—I’m not gonna say who—he passes gas.
Hard.
Like, I felt the leather vibrate.
I’m not even kidding.
I felt it through the seat.
And everyone’s laughing, and I’m trying to laugh too, but inside I’m like… dude.
That’s my car.
That’s my leather.
And then on the way back, one of the other guys does the same thing. Same exact thing. Like it’s a joke now. Like my backseat is a fart chamber or something. And then I start noticing—there’s trash. A little here, a little there. Receipts, wrappers, an empty Gatorade bottle rolling around. And I’m thinking, when did this happen? When did my car become the community car?
So now I’m sitting here wondering whether or not I’m going to be giving any more rides out. Like, genuinely wondering. Because I worked too hard for this. I saved too long. This isn’t just transportation—this is an investment. This is my pride.