No Pizza, No Brakes, No Problem

In case you were wondering, the day when the Pizza Man would risk all peril to deliver that oh-so-tasty goodness to your front door are behind us, my friend...part of the Golden Age of Man that abandoned Earth about the same time resonable gas prices did. I wish I could tell you a tale of a Pizza Man whose brakes went out, had a horrific accident, survived perfectly, and still delivered my pizza in its adolescent warm conglomerate phase...alas I cannot.

On to the next topic...okay, I'll finish my pizza story. No accidents. They banged on the door to my complex, rang my bell a bunch of times, etc, but then left 'cause nobody answered the door. My bell never rang. I did hear somebody honk from the parking lot, but hey...people do that sometimes. Thought nothing of it. The brakes are part of my next story.

Next Story: Arranging imperative car maintenance during/around incessant travel is quite difficult. My brakes locked up the other day. I managed to get the car to a shop I was recommended to. The price was WAY super high, but now I have to somehow get this stupid car from one place to another to get a "second opinion." If only I had life insurance on the thing I may just arrange some type of 'mishap,' so I could collect the damages. Anyway, this leaves me with at least a mile walk to the place where it is currently sleeping (on a fresh oil change, mind you) and I have to find some new place to go in this big city of rich kids. I wish I may, I wish I might, find an honest mechanic tonight...or at least some time tomorrow.

Story 3: Hey, it has been a while. This is the full dose. I was in Charlotte, NC for the last two weeks. Absolutely beautiful city with an amazing downtown. If you have to stay there for some reason, I will feel very badly. Not because you have to go, but because I cannot. The Dr.Pepper is fresh, the iced tea is toxically sweet, and everybody has more money than you. 2 out of 3 ain't bad.