Saturday, January 23, 2010
We picked up my car from the garage. It cost $367.89 to fix it. All sorts of miscellaneous shit had been broken from when I’d hit the rock. I’m kind of brilliant that way. I’m great at finding ways to be expensive and still look like shit. I had missed having my car, though. We paid and walked out. We got in it, and my wife exclaimed, “Jesus Christ! Did they do this?” Alarmed, I said, “Do what?” looking around in a panic for something else to be broken. She said, “Your car is filthy!” They hadn’t done that.