scootershitstorm

been working at the shop most nights late. built my transmission for my '66 mg from bare cases to fully operational in 6 hours. (sometimes, even i rule.) lots of welding, metal fabrication, frame and fork straightening, and metal finishing on my lambretta project. i'm building a makeshift sandblasting cabinet in the basement out of refrigerator boxes. i'm not telling my roommates about it for the fear that they would say no. (bunch of fucking adults) i'm also setting up a makeshift spray booth behind the house (that one, i'm REALLY not telling my mates about) (i used to play the same game when i was about 8) two days ago, i almost died. really. it was not fun. but now, i am starting to be okay. a went out walking at about 1am in my hood last night, and found a delightful playground, which i proceeded to misuse for a couple of hours with my friend bob (that's my female, or lady, but not quite girlfriend, friend).

i love speaking arabic any chance i get with arab immigrants and shop owners in the city. it's total left field when they see this ding-a-ling with pink hair bustin' that shit out.

i'm still in a bit of a state of shock.