goldizm

So I had to leave that decent show kinda early on Saturday night (thanks Jesse) and upon driving back up town it occurred to me that this was possibly the first Saturday night that I havent worked in years and Im going home early and alone. I sleep for two hours and realize that I have to meet this guy in Trenton New Jersey in order to pick up my new car (1952 Oldsmobile). Not that bad, I still have a few hours and even though I havent really slept its ok. So I get my ever faithful roommate to give me a ride out to jerzeeof course I fabricated the 2 hour ride with dude, its like right over the bridge and with a lil incentive ($60 and lunch at Roy Rogers.) we were off. About an hour and half into the ride my cell phone rings and its the current owner of the car saying that he cant meet me in Trenton and I have to take a train to Delaware in order to meet him. This sounds fuckin ridiculous but, Ok fuck it, Ive made it this far and I get Mandean to drop me off at the Trenton train station after waiting only two hours and Im off. So I meet this total fucking red neck Gorge out side the train station in whothefuckknowsVille, but I do have to say the fucking car is sick! Man, I really hate to let her goshes like a piece of my own historyman oh man. I mean this guy sticks, but hes honest and all I want to do is get the fuck out of there. So we say our good byes and promise to meet up again at the rockin rebel weekend in in S.C. on July 4th. I drive around this block pull out onto i95 when I hear a loud boom! My mind is now racing as I can still smell Gorge in the car. I frantically pull over and check out what has now become a small fire under the hood of my brand new mess of what used to be a car on its way to kooldom. Fuck! I get out as traffic is racing by Im going to die here. I mumble to myself. Then the survivor sets in, regaining Matthew from near insanity. I stumble down a grassy hill and walk about a half a mile down some industrial wasteland to a gas station where a very polite Chinese man is fighting with some thugged out kid over the price of a blunt. Where the fuck am I, I keep asking myselfoh yeah I forgot to mention that Im carrying a 17& inch laptop computer under my arm. He recommends a friends tow company, and as well as briefing on how ephedrine is legal in Delaware. NiceI can get all torn up and Im in the running for survival. As Im walking up this tremendous hill back to my fate, my phone rings as I pound two red bulls its Gorge swearing that the car was totally fine for the previous 7 hours. To be completely honest, despite the mental turmoil was going through at the time as well as my mental instability, I do believe him, however givin my current situation I had to threaten him. He was actually sacred. I mean here I am sweating my ass off on the side of the road, totally helpless and this dude is apologizing to me. Fuckin crazyso as the sweat is pouring off of my body I as realalize just how much new tattoos itch. Not to mention that Im rockin quite the farmers tan (now wearing a only beater) on the side of i95. Two hours go by, Im slowly turning purple. Just as I take of my watch and earrings (foreboding about confrontation with a psycho tow truck driver) a strange car pulls up and some marine looking guy gets outhey man, what up I ask. Do you like comic books? Not really, what do you want?.Now Im thinking Im going t o have to kill this mother fucker, here I am on the side of the fucking highway and some crazy fag is trying to lure me into his car. Could anything else possibly go wrong? Im fucking heartbroken, broke, standing on the side of the road in Wilmington Delaware and now some fag is asking me if I like fucking comic books. fuck. Hey man do you like internet porn? As Im now reaching for my knife and throwing the hardest look I can muster up, he takes a step back . Sorry man, I didnt mean to come off like that. a sigh of reliefIm building a 65 EldoradoWord?! Yeah mansay you know who I met today?as I can vagly see the tow truck start to appear in the distancelookhere comes my boy! Alright mangood luck. Before I can ponder what the fuck that was about Jack the all knowing hero of the afternoon has just arrived. Say who was that Jack asks . Im not too sure I replyjust some dude who pulled over and asked me if I liked comic booksI thought I was going to have to kill him. Haly sheeet Jack replies with a laughthe feeling was mutual. We looked underneath the car as it went up the flat bed and determined that the oil pan had I severer laceration in it. I have no idea how that was possible, however do know that it wasnt Gorges doing, although he has called numerous times, near tears, and promising my money back claim she was part of the family. I guess when I said that I was coming to his house he took me seriously. Anyway my new best friend Jack bought me to the train station, well close anyway as he explained that ever since he was hit by one of them aaantraaaaackss on October 31st, that he doesnt like to get too closebut whos judging ? I just want the get the fuck out of wherever the fuck. Im now on a train bound for good old Penn station and I must say that my body oder has completely taken over this car as if I give half a fuckso now the final nailit appears that the 1&9 train only goes to 137th , nothing like walking 14 blocks through Washington heights still carrying this huge metallic laptop while people yell anti-white comments at meand as for the car and the massive amounts of ephedrine well, Ill keep you posted. So go to sleep tonight and be thankful that your not me.