By Brent Neenan On the path home from my job this evening the car begun producing a horrible noise when I would turn the wheel. It certainly didn't sound good at all so I pulled over to look under the hood. What I discovered was quite discouraging. My power steering fluid was leaking and I hardly boasted enough cash to add fuel in the tank let alone fix my power steering. Sadly incidences such as this come about often in my life until I at last became aware of the great Pat Maser. With his help solved my financial woes and am now on a path to stability and happiness. Starting at an earlier age my life was heading for the toilets. It all got going in the second grade. I had a diorama to complete and hand in representing the lifestyle in colonial America. I'll never not remember being seven years old and putting it off until the evening it was due. Subsequently I rushed at the last minute to throw something together but it was a complete slop job. This single even set the c...