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worst sound ever
its the sound of a car battery dying
the sound of money hitting the floor
hours spent under sickly yellow flourescent autobody shop lightbulbs
beating my head against a dirty brick wall
but worst of all
its the sound of me walking two blocks
to the nearest overpriced liquor store..
it could have happened at a worse time, i suppose
like during my trip to PG next month, or so..
but my favorite part of this breakdown
was all the people i met along the way on my road to repair
went to a Bobby and bought a battery
put it in myself
burned it down in one day..
strandedly, i decided that my issue was probably not so
easily resolved
i then knew, that we would have to throw some more money at it
fortunately, Bobby knew a Ron who had a used part for me and seventy five bucks
i didnt have to order a new unit for five bills
or have the car dragged miles out of town for days..
got it covered for one sixth the price
and put it in where she last stood still
and thats where Gerry comes in
two days, bills, and flashlights, a Bobby, Ron and a Gerry and several high fives later
and i was driving home on my own four wheels again
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