Sunday, November 27, 2011

Meditations on a dead car


I miss the days when people picked up hitchhikers...why am i too old to have parents to pick me ...could i just set the car on fire for the insurance money...maybe a cab to the airport...would i get in trouble if i just left it in the middle of the road...why do i live so far away from public transportation...f**cking mechanics...WHY WON'T YOU START...shit only one bar left on the cell phone...maybe if i turn the key really slowly again and again...please dear god make the car start....waaa...