Rollin home
Jesus pulled up next to me in his Monte Carlo on the triple L. It was one of those "last leg" models, with basketball sized rust holes and an exhaust on layaway. Vinyl top peeling, seat belt dragging from under the door. His dollar store sungalsses couldn't hide his intense red rimmed gaze. He stared intently at the red light, white knuckled ten-and-two position engaged. He looked like the product of society type, the lunatic fringe. The unkempt, jagged, haven't slept for days vibe. I know that look, I see it sometimes when I glance at polished surfaces.
My hands were still grease stained from the days work, I smelled of gasoline and gear oil. In comparison he was filthy, like he just quit trying to keep it up anymore. I felt a little bad for him. He revved it couple times to keep it from stalling. His timing chain had stretched and was off by one tooth, I could hear it. Or maybe the oil seal was leaking into the distributor, it could be either. I stopped myself from further analysis, I have a bad habit of doing that.
The light changed and he gunned the broke-dick motor, billowing black coughing smoke. His bumper sticker read "Jesus is my co-pilot". Maybe it wasn't jesus after all, maybe it was just some guy that looked like him. I always figured JC for driving a toyota camry anyway, he doesn't seem like the type to drive an american car.
The next light I was next to Tina Fey, she drove a Kia
My hands were still grease stained from the days work, I smelled of gasoline and gear oil. In comparison he was filthy, like he just quit trying to keep it up anymore. I felt a little bad for him. He revved it couple times to keep it from stalling. His timing chain had stretched and was off by one tooth, I could hear it. Or maybe the oil seal was leaking into the distributor, it could be either. I stopped myself from further analysis, I have a bad habit of doing that.
The light changed and he gunned the broke-dick motor, billowing black coughing smoke. His bumper sticker read "Jesus is my co-pilot". Maybe it wasn't jesus after all, maybe it was just some guy that looked like him. I always figured JC for driving a toyota camry anyway, he doesn't seem like the type to drive an american car.
The next light I was next to Tina Fey, she drove a Kia