the red bullet too late. too tired. i had a great entry planned.. seeing as i never have any entries at all lately.. this one was funny and revealing and classic. another family tale. i left jamie's house at 12:45am.. i just got home now. 3:09am. picture me.. heading to my car parked by the evil bush that i always think someones hiding in.. picture me getting into my car..checking in the back so i knowww no ones in there waiting to kill me. picture me finding jay-z's big pimpin on the radio and feeling the need to sing along..and picture him by the pool with all the hotest chicks drinking too much champagne. cut to a close up of the service engine soon light flash on as im halfway down the street.. picture my face as it goes from 'big pimpin' to 'fuuuck me' in 5 seconds. i try to get it to the side of the road.. it gets a little bit in that direction and stops. i try starting it. it laughs at me. i try again. it laughs harder. i reason that im in the middle of the road on a street with little to no street lights..and any drunk yokel careening down the road will hit me if i dont put the hazards on.. cut to an even closer up shot of the hole in my steering column where that hazards button should be. me. im a genius. i stick my little finger in the hole and make the lights go on. i think i lock the doors.. but only really lock mine.. i start walking back to jamies.. swearing at myself. i see lights going off in the distance in her house.. i run. me out of breath on her doorstep swearing and pointing up the street. i call the moms.. who doesnt answer her phone during the day..and who is even more likely to answer at 1am.. finally she does. and in a half sleep says shes on her way.. my mom.. like myself.. useless in car situations.. but her boyfriend. he can build you a car.. a bathroom.. wire your house..pick locks.. crack safes.. you name it. he was who my story was going to be about tonight. anyways... jamie and i roll the dear bullet.. yeah thats my car.. the red bullet.. hah. we roll it at least out of the road.. they come. john by sheer will and some tools gets the little button that should be a knob to pop out and turn off the hazards before my battery eats itself. two hours later.. *yawn* we give up. john knows what to do..but it was causing so much noise we all decided to bail out before cops were called. i love small towns. everyones got their finger on the police button.. jerks. but those are other stories. needless to say. im here. anyone i wanted to talk to is fast asleep.. and my bullet is crying on the side of the road. i love coming home. tomorrow is paper writing. doctors appointments. and bullet repair? i wonder if the car man accepts good looks as payment or maybe a witty story or two? slim to none. those are the chances. im off to sleep. tomorrow. a good story. i pinky swear. |