Just another day in the life of Brian.
I don't know why I love working on cars so much. I mean think about it...
Lying on the ground. Awkward positions. Dirty ass parts. Hands turning black and hurting more and more after each twist, pull, and snap. Then again it pretty much is the only way for my father and I to 'bond'. Plus it makes him think that I actually give a shit about his corvette. I think it's a big shit bucket, but that's just me. It makes him happy and keeps him busy in the garage and on Ebay buying hundreds of dollars of random parts. I think I have enough parts at my house to build 3 cars. Fucking stupid.
I honestly don't know why I am even venting about that. I don't care. I love working on cars, I don't even care what kind of car it is. meh, whatever.
Guess it's time to scrape the rest of the black stuff out from under my nails, then take a shower and quick nap before work.
Yup.
Lying on the ground. Awkward positions. Dirty ass parts. Hands turning black and hurting more and more after each twist, pull, and snap. Then again it pretty much is the only way for my father and I to 'bond'. Plus it makes him think that I actually give a shit about his corvette. I think it's a big shit bucket, but that's just me. It makes him happy and keeps him busy in the garage and on Ebay buying hundreds of dollars of random parts. I think I have enough parts at my house to build 3 cars. Fucking stupid.
I honestly don't know why I am even venting about that. I don't care. I love working on cars, I don't even care what kind of car it is. meh, whatever.
Guess it's time to scrape the rest of the black stuff out from under my nails, then take a shower and quick nap before work.
Yup.