my day in a nut shell...
so sunday morning, i drove to boston with la and josh to meet this girl she and i met years ago when we were in mexico. she was here for the weekend and whatever, and everything was smooth driving. drove home. smooth driving. parked the car infront of my house. smooth. didn't drive my car all day. then this morning, or i suppose yesterday morning, i got into the car and started towards laura's house to pick her up and go to work. the car was acting real fucked up. i didn't understand. and when i was getting close, these garbage man whistled at me. i thought they thought i was gonna hit their truck, but in hindsight i don't think so. so i pick up la. the cars still fucked. continue to drive, and on lexington i ask her, does the car seem fucked up to you? and she's like, ya. you should pull over. so i did and my rear right tire was completely gone. gone to the point it would have burst if it had happened while i was in the car. there were two parallel cuts, big fucking cuts right on the tire. and last night i remember these kids walking by late at night. they had just been lighting fire works in the cove and then passed by and were laughing and whatever, and i seriously think they slashed my tire. so we ended up at work half an hour late... time we have to make up and i don't get a pay check this week. let's just say the day continued in this fashion. why aren't ppl nice to my car? first, phil's brother banana's it and now someone slashes my tire. at least now there's only 2 months until i become old and can vote and stuff. i hate kids.