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Saturday, March 22

PP: Part Eighteen


Another old schoolbus. This one was behind a house, looking rural as fuck, but like seriously 100 yards from a ridiculously busy intersection along US 29 just north of Charlottesville near the airport. I read that the "stuff white people like" fag got a book deal off his blog, and I guess the book deal I'd most like to get today is a coffee table book of Polaroids of junkyard schoolbuses.

The first time I saw this Hummer with lots of chrome accessories in front of a fucking dilapidated trailer that offered goats for sale, I knew I had to have a Polaroid of it. One day, everything was right and I got it. It's not there anymore, probably because of the credit crunch. Usually folks in trailers can't afford new Hummer payments, but that could be making rash generalizations.

My folks had a car just like this when I was like five. I just thought of it the other week because I was explaining to my kids how I never rode in a car seat as a kid, and how I didn't even wear a seatbelt, which made us remember how moms used to do that instinctive arm thrust sideways to catch the kid about to fall forward into the dashboard upon sudden stops. My mom wrecked in some ice and fucked our version of this up right smart one time, and she didn't do the arm thrust and I ate the glove compartment and ended up under the dashboard when we came to a stop.

Ahh... this is my former main car that I worked out of. Note the dent, missing gas cap, and broken handle shovel to prop open the back door, where an odd assortment of half-assed tools await aiding me in destroying some shit. One tire went flat on this the day I got my truck, which was almost a year ago now, and I pulled it under the oak tree in the front yard. It has sat there ever since, now with three flat tires, even though I bought some Estonian light covers off the ebays to attempt to make it street legal for state inspection. Briefly, it was full of stuff for the thrift store too, but I took that shit in to donate last week. When I get some ducats, I'm gonna put new tires on that bama though, put mirror tint on all the side windows, and start saving up for some retarded shiny 22s. But I'm gonna keep the dents and ugly paint.

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