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Friday, July 17, 2009
Monday, July 13, 2009
Sun, Money, I am young beyond my years
My car broke down in North Tampa. When your car breaks down you have to pay a lot of people a lot of money and make a good number of phone calls.
I called my Father and used his AAA membership and his money to get a towtruck, a cab, and a hotel room. It was very overwhelming and very hot. The car would not start in the parking lot of a circus themed flea market that was closing down for the night. I felt very tiny in a very large parking lot. It was very sunny and I thought about skin cancer several times.
A black man smoking a cigarette and talking on a cellphone tried to jump my car, it would not start. Several minutes had gone by and we had tried to start the car several times before he addressed us. He kept on brushing the jumper ends together seeing if sparks would fly off. He was an employee with Red Top flea market...after the car would not stop he made us push the car off the property and closed the gate behind us. A white man in a collared shirt who had not helped us wished us luck.
We tried to find shade on the side of the road. I read Borges, Ross read Proust, Matt read the Simarillion. The highway is hostile.
Fire ants bit our ankles.
We discussed the fire ants and the sun.
Eventually the tow truck came and I called my father...he is the one who told me to get a hotel room. He did not want me to stay in a dive. The Belew family is a plus member of AAA so I did not have to pay for the tow truck.
Whenever something happens to my car I feel very young and silly. If it were not for my father I would leave my car on the side of the road to rot. I would not know how to deal with it.
I don't want to know how to deal with it.
I do not want to sit on the side of the road in Tampa when it is hot and the flea-market is closing.
I now sit in the Holiday Inn with my good friend Matthew Carl Lewis, Busch Gardens is off in the distance
and I nestle a tall steel reserve in my lap.
The Muppet Show plays on his laptop, I write on mine. I am almost out of reserve.
We are going to look for a liquor store,
I feel five
We are going to look for a liquor store.
I called my Father and used his AAA membership and his money to get a towtruck, a cab, and a hotel room. It was very overwhelming and very hot. The car would not start in the parking lot of a circus themed flea market that was closing down for the night. I felt very tiny in a very large parking lot. It was very sunny and I thought about skin cancer several times.
A black man smoking a cigarette and talking on a cellphone tried to jump my car, it would not start. Several minutes had gone by and we had tried to start the car several times before he addressed us. He kept on brushing the jumper ends together seeing if sparks would fly off. He was an employee with Red Top flea market...after the car would not stop he made us push the car off the property and closed the gate behind us. A white man in a collared shirt who had not helped us wished us luck.
We tried to find shade on the side of the road. I read Borges, Ross read Proust, Matt read the Simarillion. The highway is hostile.
Fire ants bit our ankles.
We discussed the fire ants and the sun.
Eventually the tow truck came and I called my father...he is the one who told me to get a hotel room. He did not want me to stay in a dive. The Belew family is a plus member of AAA so I did not have to pay for the tow truck.
Whenever something happens to my car I feel very young and silly. If it were not for my father I would leave my car on the side of the road to rot. I would not know how to deal with it.
I don't want to know how to deal with it.
I do not want to sit on the side of the road in Tampa when it is hot and the flea-market is closing.
I now sit in the Holiday Inn with my good friend Matthew Carl Lewis, Busch Gardens is off in the distance
and I nestle a tall steel reserve in my lap.
The Muppet Show plays on his laptop, I write on mine. I am almost out of reserve.
We are going to look for a liquor store,
I feel five
We are going to look for a liquor store.
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