My car is done. Whilst replenishing essential fluids to get my van from place to place I discovered that my hood didn’t want to shut anymore. That alone is not a valid reason for pulling a car off the road, but add it too a laundry list of other ailments and you are golden.
That happened last week minutes before I had to visit two clients. One being in Springfield, MA the other in Manchester, NH. Oh yah. 300+ miles of fun.
That night after getting home I signed up for zipcar and retired my van.
I’m gonna do the zipcar thing for a month to try out some cars that I might be interested in buying. I kinda feel like I’m in GTA. I just walk down the street, find a car in some seedy alley way and get in it. I then proceed to run over prostitues and throw moltov cocktails at police precinct windows.
I just discovered the library down the street from my apartment.
I took out a biography on Dali, some episodes of Strangers with Candy, and Factotum by Bukowski. 25 years into my life and I have never read Bukowski. I’ve been to the bar in Somervile erected in his name numerous times, but never read a lick of his work. All the cool kids read Bukowski right? At least they say they do. It’s very Keroac, but then again I am only 40 pages in. Ha I used Keroac as a adjective.
Is it lame to check Missed Connections to see if anyone is writing about you? I think so. Oh well time to take apart some hard drives and see if I can make something artsy out of their inards.
