At NorthJersey.com, Bob Klapisch relates the story of how a young Jay-Z once indirectly bought him a car.

I’m hoping Jay-Z can very directly buy me a car.

My current ride is a 1999 white Infiniti G20 that belonged to my grandmother until she was no longer capable of driving. A couple of weeks ago, it started making all sorts of funky noises, and not like the James Brown kind.

It’s in the shop as we speak and I’m waiting on an estimate from the mechanic. Until it’s fixed, life in Westchester will suck hardcore, because there’s basically nothing to do within walking distance of my house except stay inside my house and watch TV. Not that there’s anything wrong with that, but it’d be nice to be able to get out to the batting cage and Taco Bell once in a while.

Things would be a whole lot better if the jiggaman could pony up to buy me a car. He obviously owes me one, since I own the Black Album and all. And I don’t need anything fancy. If money really ain’t a thang, I just fail to see why it’d be such a big deal for him to buy me a car. After all, he sort of bought one for Klapisch.

If you happen to know Jay-Z, please tell him he should buy me a car.