EASY 10 POINTS PLEASE ANSWER ASAP!!!!!!!!?

well at my ranch we have this old Chevrolet blazer it doesnt have a cover for the back so its like a truck but i needs work the inside is dirty the seats are dirty and torn up and the tires are bad and it just needs work…my dad said they were going to fix it up and try to sell it but i asked him if i could have it and ill fix it up and keep it and he said the olny problem is where to put it (so he doesnt want it at our house)

so how much is it for me to put it in storage?
btw i live in san antonio texas
just give me a range of howw much it will be
and do you pay monthy or yearly or a one time fee usually?
okayy i cant afford a garage since i dont have a job since im not oln enough lol…the reason my dad probably doesnt want it in our driveway is because it wont be used rite now since i cant legally use it but im going to convince him because its a free car and he wont have to pay for anything i will and he will have to buy me a car anyway when i do turn 16 so i can get to work and this way he wont be paying for it and its not that long b4 i turn 16

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what do you think about a part of my story?

okay so this is part of a story that me and my friend are writting and this part is the part of the crash,
no harsh comments please, comment more on the content than the grammer.

I slammed the door shut and clicked in the seat belt, as Mum always insisted, for safety reasons, or it’s the ‘lords wish’, I’d of scoffed at that if I could.
Mum handed over a crying Abbi and I placed her on my knee, rocking her back and forth and letting weird cooing noises escape from my mouth.
She grabbed my finger and placed it in her mouth, her one front tooth scraping it visiously, and I cried and snatched my finger away just as Dad started the car.
"Ouch Abbi!" I snapped, placing my finger in my own mouth to try take the stinging throb away.
Mum turned to scold my baby Sister, but Abbi’s lip quivered slightly and our eyes widened in horror at the sign.
"No, now Abs, I didn’t mean to yell at you, don’t start cryi-" I begin to say, but her high pitched screams of terror rang out loud through the car, and me and Mum covered our ears. "For God sake Mia! Why did you yell at her!? Shut her up!" Dad pleaded from in front, and I searched all around for something for her to play with, but turned up with nothing.
"Give her the teddy bear!" Mum shouted from the front.
"Nothings here!"
I prayed to God that Abbi’s stupidly loud whail would stop, my eardrums would bust!
"Mia! It is here, you’re just being stupid!!" Dad grunted and his head moved to the back of the car, and he took one hand off the wheel to search roud the chairs and floor for the teddy.
My frantic eyes stuck on the outside as the car drove onto the other side of the road, which just so happened to have a huge, red lorry coming towards us.
Everything flashed before my eyes, memories of everything, family, friends, how in just a few seconds everything would be no more.
Thoughts whipped at a lightening speed through my head, and I had just enough time to scrutinise what was happening.
A loud horn blasted through the air, and the huge truck swivelled onto it’s side, protesting with the force the driver pressed against the brake.
It came sliding towards us, so fast I had little time to make my mouth move.
"Dad! The road!" I screamed, Dad’s head suddenly jumped, and a shocked hiss came through his mouth as his head turned towards me, his eyes horrified as they caught mine.
Not another second later, everything turned the most darkest shade of black.
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my chevy died, and i don't know what on earth is wrong?

I spent the weekend working on my truck, new temp and ammeter, installed my cd player, buckets seats on custom built mount, changed the oil and replaced a u-joint. after i was all done, my dad and i ran into town, on the way in, we noticed the temp gauge was not coming up, i had tested it in the garage and it worked fine. we thought this was rather odd, the heater has always worked really well in this truck. my dad suggested i slowed down and ran in 2nd gear for awhile and work the engine ( 4-speed). i down shifted to 3rd and slowed down and then went for 2nd, i was apparently going a lil faster then i thought and barked the tires and over revved the engine, i quickly clutched and popped it back into 3rd, with in the few seconds, the truck died. i tried to restart it both with the starter and by bump starting it. we ended up dragging the truck home and did the following:
replaced ignition module with known good-no start

checked coil ( 2 plug, 4 wire) and found continuity between all 4 pins (is this right?)

checked ammeter wiring ( i tapped into the lead off the battery up to the distribution block on the fire wall) found the connector i had installed at the distribution block was loose, but i still had full cab power.

i retrieved trouble codes manually ( i messed up the first time and jumped the top 2 pins on the left, i corrected myself and only got code 12 i left it run for some time to make sure. this bothers me as i have owned this truck for a year now and it has always had a check engine light on. it would go off and come on all the time, i ignored it because the truck ran fine.

it has no spark, the fuel pump runs, we did not crack a line to check for pressure, but i replaced the pump last spring. however we never see fuel spray while cranking, should we?

we also noticed the AIC was noisy and seems to run constantly until you try to start. this seems odds. i don;t know a lot about the tbi system i am learning as i go. i prefer points or HEI, i need help on this, this is my "good" truck, for now i have to drive smokey, the oil belching and spewing 74′ with the leaking rear pinon, please help.

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Is this first chapter any good?

I’m writing a book called "Dear Mom" about a girl who lives in a small town in New Jersey with her Dad who tells her that her mom dies, then she finds some letters showing her mother is alive in Los Angles and she moves to go live with her mother for a while and life with never be the same for Audrey. Here it is:

Chapter 1
The sun was setting in New Jersey and the beach was getting quiet. I smiled, a couple more minutes until work was over. I worked at my father’s bait shop on the dock. We lived in a small town called Cape May Point, New Jersey. It had water most everywhere and it was like a dream land for some people. I never grew up a big city girl. I heard that my mother was always a big city girl until she met my father and then after my birth, she died. I didn’t like hearing that story because I was at an age I wanted a mother. There are just some things a father is not meant to talk to about; I was still a Daddy’s girl though. Thesecond the sun set was when I could get off work and until the next day after school. It was June and tomorrow was the last day as a high school freshman. I went to a school were I didn’t really fit and I didn’t really talk, so I was kind of an outcast, but in some ways being an outcast could be good. The only time it’s not is when you see girls who have been friends since like preschool walk by laughing their hearts out, it just makes you wish you had friends like that. The sun went down and I took off my vest and ran toward the house.
“Dad, the sun is down!” I shouted upstairs.
“Good to know!” he shouted back. I smiled; classic dad.
“What do you want for dinner?” he asked coming down the stairs.
“Cheese burgers,” I answered.
“Pink Cadillac Diner?” he asked. I nodded. The Pink Cadillac Diner was an old 50’s themed diner that my Dad and I always went to.
“Audrey, you mind opening up the car and driving down to put out the trash?” he asked.
“Why can’t you?” I asked trying to rudely sarcastically.
“I gotta go to the bait shop and make sure that all the boats are there and all the bait that is missing is paid for,” he said handing me the keys. I was only fourteen for crying out loud. I took the keys anyways. Then I went to the garage and got the trash and put it in the jeep’s back seat. I slowly and carefully drove down the driveway which was about two miles long by the way and I drove over the bridge and I finally made it to the end of the driveway and placed the trash bags at the trash pickup area. Then slowly still but faster, I drove up the driveway and just like magic; I survived.
“You make it?” Dad asked when I pulled up to the bait shop.
“Dad, it’s supposed to rain, shouldn’t we put the top on the Jeep?” I asked.
“Nope, you know me. Go get on some old clothes and get the plastic seat covers,” Dad said so I drove to the garage and got the seat covers and covered the seats, then I ran into the house and I got into some old cheerleader shorts and a t-shirt, then I pulled my wavy auburn hair into two braids. I looked in the mirror and put on old black flip-flops and was out the door.
“I’m ready Dad!” I shouted when I got outside.
“Come on then Audrey, you can drive,” he said and I sat in the driver’s seat.
“But if it starts raining, I’m pulling over and you’re driving,” I said and smiled.
“Deal,” he said and we pinky swore. Then I drove down the driveway once again and down the road to the Pink Cadillac Diner.
“One small cheeseburger with French Fries with a Cherry Dr. Pepper and one salmon with French fries and a normal Dr. Pepper?” the waitress Miss Jesse asked.
“Yep,” Dad said smiling.
“You got an expired coupon?” I asked.
“Yep,” he answered and pulled in out and put it on the table. I laughed and smiled. I would miss his humor when I moved out in three years and I go to college.
“You’re so weird,” I said smiling at him.
“I know, that’s where you get it from,” he said kicking me under the table. I looked outside and could see the rain coming down.
“Can we rent a movie tonight?” I asked.
“What kind of father would I be if I said no,” he said.
“Thanks,” I answered. I didn’t want to go to college anymore.
“Dr. Pepper and Cherry Dr. Pepper,” the waitress said placing the drinks on the table.
“Your food will be here any second,” she said and left.
“One Mississippi,” I said, “It’s been one second,” I smiled.
“Audrey,” he said and smiled.
“Bye Miss Jesse,” I called.
“Bye darling!” she called back. “Have a great night guys,”
“It’s raining, you know the deal,” I said when I felt soaked the second I stepped out the door.
“How about you drive to the movie store and I’ll drive home,” he said. I considered it a moment.
“Deal,” I said and smiled and got into the driver’s seat.
“What movie do you want to get buddy?” Dad asked.
“I don’t know,” I answered. Then at the same time we said,
“Comedy,” I laughed.
“You look like your mother, but you’re completely different than her,” he said.
“How?” I asked
“You have that wavy aubur

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Is this selfish or what?

My sister and her husband are going to be staying for the weekend, also my boyfriend will be staying here for the weekend. We have 1 ice house that seats 3 people. My dad, my brother, my brother in law, my boyfriend, and I are going ice fishing. 5 of us…my dad says that since him (and my mom) bought the ice house (we just recently bought it) that HE is going to be sitting in the ice house the WHOLE time. My brother also said he is not going to be rotating. I suggested that I think it would be fair since only 3 people can fit in the ice house at a time (with a heater) that we rotate our seats every now and then so the people outside dont have to freeze all day. My dad refuses to since he bought it, my brother refuses to because he thinks he shouldnt have to. I dont know what my brother in law thinks, but dont you think its selfish that they wont rotate their seats for 10 minutes so the people outside can warm up a little? I think its unfair, selfish, AND unsportsmanlike.
You people who left the snobby remarks…do you even fish? Do you know what sportmanship is? Im not trying to be selfish and say "look here, you sit outside because I want to sit inside and be warm"…I would be happy with TEN minutes in the house to warm my hands and thats it. Fishing is a sportsmanship event. Sportsmanship isnt about being territorial, its about having fun and treating others equally. It does not make me selfish if I want my dad to rotate for 10 minutes so I can warm up my fingers. You have possibly never ice fished before? Try it, then come back and try again.

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2003 Mercury Mountaineer, for First Car?

So I am guy that’s almost 16 and im looking at SUV’s and I’ve found a 2003 Mercury Mountaineer Premier V8 AWD with 78,000 miles on it for ,986. Its a great price and it has a third row seat, dvd system, and sunroof. I originally wanted a 2003-2005 Ford Explorer Eddie Bauer or Limited V8 but have had a hard time finding one. Gas, insurance, and maintenece wont be a problem my dad is very mechanically inclined and i can cover my gas and insurance as my insurance was quoted at 6 every 6 months which isn’t bad at al! So tell me what you think about this truck!
I think the mileage is average its a 7 year old car with 78,000 miles, thats around 11,000 miles a year!

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Do you think a person can overcome depression on their own or do you think they need professional help?

I grew up in an odd way. My dad was an alcoholic and drug addict. My mom was as well, but not nearly as bad as my dad. Whenever my dad smoked marijuana, life was great. However, he never just smoked marijuana…he got drunk most nights and he was a very violent drunk. When he mixed his alcohol with pills, he was dangerous. When I was little, my stomach hurt me all the time because it was always in knots from stress.

My dad was a good man…he was just messed up. He played guitar, sang, painted, wrote poetry and so forth. He lived a rock star life in a small town. When I was 11, my mom divorced my dad and ran off with a man worse than my dad (my dad had been in jail countless times, but they were all misdemeanors…this man had been in jail for shit like rape). I stayed with my mom for a while, but when her boyfriend hit me I left. I lived with my dad in a 1 room trailer that had no water, electricity, heat or anything. We had 1 piece of furniture…a love seat in which most nights my dad was passed out on, so I slept on the floor. We had a kerosine heater that cooked our food and kept us warm. We had cement blocks stacked up out back that we could do our “business” on. Despite everything that was bad, I was happy. Sure, my dad put me through hell…but, he was my dad and I loved him.

When I was 13 my dad left me. I moved in with my mamaw. My dad had moved about an hour and a half away…we know because the hospital in his new town had to call us several times because he was a regular patient (he got the crap beat out of him a lot apparently..but he didn’t feel or remember anything because he would be drunk). That’s all I’m going to say about that time in his life, because I can’t stand to think about it.

When I was 14, my dad died of a drug overdose. My heart became broken beyond repair it seems. For a year after he died, I didn’t leave my room except to go to school…and I’m not exaggerating. I didn’t leave the house for anything…well, around Christmas time I did go to the store to buy my grandparents presents. But that was it.

I wanted to die. I contemplated suicide every day…I even had a suicide not. However, I never acted…I was too afraid of what would happen afterward. I was like that for 3 years. In the past year, I’ve improved some. I’m still not happy, but I don’t hide in my room anymore. Sure, every other day I want to tell the world to f*ck off and go listen to Pink Floyd…but I don’t. Will I get better? Or am I forever screwed up?

I can’t afford to see a psychiatrist so I’m hoping some of you can give me some kind words. Thanks!
Sorry, I meant to tell you my age. I’m 18.

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Do you like my story ?

Be honest I want to know if its good or not.

Chapter 1

Moving Day, the dreaded orange truck makes its way slowly around the dark corner onto my street, my home, where I belong! My mom pats my back trying to comfort me and gives me a half hearted smile.
“Cheer up sweet-ums. Your father didn’t ask his job to transfer him… and right know the extra money isn’t a bad thing.” The little extra money, money is always my moms excuse. And the problem is we don’t have money problems. I do my dad’s taxes and the majority of his bank stuff. (He isn’t good with the computer and with his “Going Green” streak he refuses to do his banking any other way).
“Alright everything is packed up and ready to go if you want to start out we’ll fallow miss.” The over-weight mover with a blue jump suit and matching baseball cap on backwards announced to my mom.
“Of course lets get a move on shall we!” I walk over to my mom who has gone into the kitchen to grab her purse
“Mom… are you really happy about this. I mean a little extra money is never bad but why? Why now mom I am just going into high school mom! And all of my friends and … just why?”
She didn’t respond and just stood with her back faced towards me.
“Mom? Are you okay?”
I could hear little sobs and she slowly turned around and flopped her head on my shoulder quietly crying so dad couldn’t hear . “No, lily its not okay I am not happy about this… but all we have is your father’s job, and his boss— ” she took a minute to cry and then finished “ his boss was threatening firing him if he didn’t take the transfer. All I ever wanted was to live happly with my lovely kids and your father. To live with out worries and one day when the time comes to be able to send you to college but with the twins and me quieting my job to take care of them it isn’t the way I planned.”
I didn’t know what to say so I just kept on patting her back and comforting her. “Well we better get going” I said awkwardly “The mover will start to get impatient”
“Your right… honey, could you do me a favor and could we kept this little chat between you and me. I wouldn’t want anyone, especially your father finding out about this.”
“Sure thing… wait I think I have something you might like.” I ran to my tote bag full of my knick nacks and things I wanted to bring on the car ride to our new residence.
I came back holding my brand new leather journal. “Hear… this always has helped me get out those feeling that you want to share with someone with out anyone to share them with.”
“You know honey you could have always come to me,” I gave her a look that ment that wouldn’t always happen “ Okay, thanks Hun but … no thanks… I’ll be fine.”
The great thing about me and my mom’s relationship is that we were more like friends then parent daughter (except for the fact that she called me Hun). “Mom, just take it and try to use it trust me on this one.”I then walked out of the room to my toote again then out to the car where my older brother Rev ( his real name is Tom but when I was younger I used to call him Rev because I thought he looked like a guy on the tv and always called him rev and it just stuck.) any the twins Max and Lexi, were getting strapped in by Dad.
“You ready to go squirt?” Dad asked me as I buckled my seat belt in the last row in the mini van.
“What ever” I replyed I took out my outdated ipod and put the head phones in my ear and opened my journal I was still angry about the moving and nothing was goning to change it.

Dear Journal,
I have just buckled myself in to a trip to torture. I am not looking forward to this new town. What a summer ruiner, this was supposed to be the best summer of my life I am going in to high school next year baby and now at a completely new school with completely new friends ( if I can find them). Well the engine has started and mom has buckled her self in I can see the leather covering of the journal I gave her peaking from her purse. I don’t even know the city in which we are moving to or where it is errgh this totally stinks! This is not a good thing for me. I just got my confidence up last year and now it is all for nothing. Leaving for know I am going to try and sleep threw this terrible hours.
Later…
I had the strangest dream. We moved into this strange house. I couldn’t stop spinning and then something flew up to me I guess it was a fly and it stopped me gave me a smile (it had a miniature human face) and after the smile it blinked and disappeared. I then woke up. It was so strange but what ever. The thing I find really strange is that I have never remembered any of my dreams… well not many anyways. I am off we are turning the corner onto the street of our new residence . HELP ME!

Chapter 2

“Now what a cute little street!” my mother said with a really believable smile but I knew it was all a lie.
“Huh… you think there are sports here?”
“ Shut – up Rev is there anything else you talk about!?”
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car accident. laws, long ago, and results. imigration.?

okay 3 years ago my dad bought a car for my sister. everything was fine till 2 years ago when my sister crash. (the reason they crash is because her ex boyfriend hit her and then pulled her hair all the way down the the seat) imagine driving around 60-70 MPH she lost control and crash the car flip a couple of times, she was pregnant fortunately the baby came out just perfect thanks to god. the guy was drunk. he did not had the seat belt on so he flew out the car through the window he he turned out fine. the police arrested him because he said he was the one driving and he was drunk. but my sister was so he was taking the fault for the accident. later my sister talk and said she was driving.
so they let him out but the police never knew that he hit her when driving. because my sister loved him so she didn’t said nothing either. the insurance gave 10k to the guy for the hospital and stuff. my sister since she was pregnant the baby covered her. but they still had to pay the car there were like 6k left by "k" i mean thousand. but the car was still under my dad’s name. they got separate. so there was a deal between my dad and him. by word. since it was hes fault he was gonna keep paying for the car. he pay a couple of months but then he stop paying it. but my did didn’t know. so now a letter came home saying my dad is in collection. my sister and her ex. are both illegal immigrants… what happens is that my dad doesn’t like the idea of being i collection. what could happen if my dad talks and say’s the truth? that the ex. hit her wile she was driving and was drunk and that with the 10 thousand dollars he bought a new truck for him self and didn’t used it for the hospital. and hes living the life to the fullest and my dad in a hole. for the collection.??? if my dad talks could they do anything at all ? and have Police ICE involved? even though they have nothing to do in this? or what could happen?

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car accident!!! long ago..?

okay 3 years ago my dad bought a car for my sister. everything was fine till 2 years ago when my sister crash. (the reason they crash is because her ex boyfriend hit her and then pulled her hair all the way down the the seat) imagine driving around 60-70 MPH she lost control and crash the car flip a couple of times, she was pregnant fortunately the baby came out just perfect thanks to god. the guy was drunk. he did not had the seat belt on so he flew out the car through the window he he turned out fine. the police arrested him because he said he was the one driving and he was drunk. but my sister was so he was taking the fault for the accident. later my sister talk and said she was driving.
so they let him out but the police never knew that he hit her when driving. because my sister loved him so she didn’t said nothing either. the insurance gave 10k to the guy for the hospital and stuff. my sister since she was pregnant the baby covered her. but they still had to pay the car there were like 6k left by "k" i mean thousand. but the car was still under my dad’s name. they got separate. so there was a deal between my dad and him. by word. since it was hes fault he was gonna keep paying for the car. he pay a couple of months but then he stop paying it. but my did didn’t know. so now a letter came home saying my dad is in collection. my sister and her ex. are both illegal immigrants… what happens is that my dad doesn’t like the idea of being i collection. what could happen if my dad talks and say’s the truth? that the ex. hit her wile she was driving and was drunk and that with the 10 thousand dollars he bought a new truck for him self and didn’t used it for the hospital. and hes living the life to the fullest and my dad in a hole. for the collection.??? if my dad talks could they do anything at all ? and have Police ICE involved? even though they have nothing to do in this? or what could happen?

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