tinytinybirds:

40 miles after leaving my house my engine starts to make these awful sounds, grinding and clanking, Furious, I pull off and sit at a gas station, stupidly fill up my gas tank thinking I’ll be able to drive, give up and wait for a tow. The station attendant says I can wait inside, watch movies, but I opt to sit in my car and listen to Pygmy Lush, stew in my anger. A man pulls up in a truck and looks under my hood, tells me I blew a gasket, means nothing to me. I know where to put the oil in my car, that’s about it. A cop pulls up later and asks why I’m taking pictures, tell him my problem, he tells me my tag and license are suspended, but lets me off. Tow comes and we ride the 40 miles back talking about how we hate Chattanooga. I forgot to ask his name. We pull into the house next door, the empty one, the meth one. The neighbor on the other side calls the cops. We all laugh about it. I call my parents, tell them I’m not coming, tell them we’re having a baby. The next day it snows more than I’ve ever seen. I have coffee with the cats and listen to more Pygmy Lush., Near Ft. Payne, AL on I-59, 2010

February 18 2012 10:04 am  •  •  26 notes