Live and Learn
Well, fuck. Looks like no ones around. And I don't have anything of any intelligence to say. I could tell you a funny shit-related story, but I think it's one of those that's only funny when you're there.
So anyways, I get to crawl under my car and get all greasy to replace the alternator. Whoopee-fucking-doo. Pedro is a good car, and he's done well by me, but I'm so sick of crawling under the hood to replace something. Just when I want to dump some money into the Jinx, sure as shit something else goes wrong that's going to cost money. That's why the title is still under my brother's name. And why I haven't gotten my ass under there and replaced the starter. Or torn off the drum and had it turned. Anytime I think about doing anything to the son of a bitch, sure as pigeons shit on statues, there's some sort of money issue. Meanwhile, the Jinx starts to get a little more faded and another year passes without the engine turning over. Still, one helluva' good looking yard ornament.
So, tonight I'll get the alternator. Tomorrow I'll find a way to get Pedro up on ramps and then crawl under the poor little bastard and spend the next 5 nights fucking with taking it off, skinning my knuckles, managing to get grease all over my face and getting generally pissed off. I'm sure the neighbors will hear the words "Fuck", "Goddammit", "Sonofabitch", "Motherfucker" and "Shit" ring throughout the hollow. Though I bitch about doing it, there's no greater satisfaction of finishing the project and having everything run. Like last year when it took me the better part of a month just to change a power steering hose. Which then turned into a power steering pump. Which then ended with me looking like a total jackass when I chewed out the Carquest guy for selling me the wrong part and he asks me if I tried turning it around. Thanks for the advice fucker. Why didn't you tell me that three fucking weeks ago before I dropped more money into this project?
Oh well, live and learn and choose your words carefully for you never know which ones you'll have to eat.
So anyways, I get to crawl under my car and get all greasy to replace the alternator. Whoopee-fucking-doo. Pedro is a good car, and he's done well by me, but I'm so sick of crawling under the hood to replace something. Just when I want to dump some money into the Jinx, sure as shit something else goes wrong that's going to cost money. That's why the title is still under my brother's name. And why I haven't gotten my ass under there and replaced the starter. Or torn off the drum and had it turned. Anytime I think about doing anything to the son of a bitch, sure as pigeons shit on statues, there's some sort of money issue. Meanwhile, the Jinx starts to get a little more faded and another year passes without the engine turning over. Still, one helluva' good looking yard ornament.
So, tonight I'll get the alternator. Tomorrow I'll find a way to get Pedro up on ramps and then crawl under the poor little bastard and spend the next 5 nights fucking with taking it off, skinning my knuckles, managing to get grease all over my face and getting generally pissed off. I'm sure the neighbors will hear the words "Fuck", "Goddammit", "Sonofabitch", "Motherfucker" and "Shit" ring throughout the hollow. Though I bitch about doing it, there's no greater satisfaction of finishing the project and having everything run. Like last year when it took me the better part of a month just to change a power steering hose. Which then turned into a power steering pump. Which then ended with me looking like a total jackass when I chewed out the Carquest guy for selling me the wrong part and he asks me if I tried turning it around. Thanks for the advice fucker. Why didn't you tell me that three fucking weeks ago before I dropped more money into this project?
Oh well, live and learn and choose your words carefully for you never know which ones you'll have to eat.
posted by MrHill at 5:02 pm
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