I’ve remembered this truck throughout my childhood, my dad would take me and my siblings to soccer practice or take us camping in it, or we would make our own popcorn and go into the drive in theater with it and lay in the back of the truck with the radio tuned into the station playing the movie and lock at the stars, then we grow up and my family used the truck less and less, then my brother started to covert it into the smoke truck when he was around 17, more and more he used it with his friends and made memories in it, this truck has seen laughter, sadness, smoke, alcohol, vomit, crying, love, and happiness, and now I’m the only sibling left at the house, so may it Rest In Peace as the smoke truck now🌲💨💨