| uh oh. i'm already drunk....
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| There are just some things I'm probably not supposed to understand.
The
car sat in the same parking space at the Mill for two months. No one
touched it. No one started it. No one so much as unlocked a door. I
finally jump the damn thing off on Sunday. Yesterday, I celebrated my
first day of driving ole Conkie. It felt like home, and life finally
seemed to be falling back into place. So, imagine my surprise today
when I walked out to find the back window on the driver's side knocked
out. I have to admit, I was a bit shocked, but I reasoned that the cd
player would be gone. As I gone to the scene, I came to realise that
the face plate was, instead, sitting on the passenger seat (along with
the Loretta Lynn cd I'd painstakingly made in June). Instead of fucking
taking anything, the bastards decided to trash the car. The dash is
ripped off. Knobs were flung around the cabin of the automobile. I
couldn't even deal with it, so I grabbed the face plate, the
aforementioned cd, and my parking tag. I hopped in Coche and called the
po-lice, not that it's gonna do anything, because you know there's no
way I have full coverage on an '87 Civic.
I'm so incredibly pissed about the situation. I mean, damn, nothing was even taken from the fucking car.
Anyway.
I'm thinking a small amount of cardboard, a tarp, and some duct tape
should do the trip. Anyone wanna work on a craft project?
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| The good news is that I'm home. The bad is that I can no longer drive for shit, and I fear that a fiery collision may be inevitable on my way to gather with you all.
Baring such tragedy, though yall could ahve a huge celebration in my memory, we shall all be reunited in approximately eight hours.
Have the Heineken stocked and chilled; mama's on her way.. |
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| Dear Mr. Alexander,
Enjoy your tenure on "the hill."
Your friend,
Kole
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| T-roy, you can't read my xanga anymore..ass..
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