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Nick's Journal
2005-03-20 05:51:43 (UTC)

Yeah I ran some errands today

i was at midas by 10. i sat there for 1:45 to get my oil
changed. i'm not bitter, i am actually quite grateful. i
felt like a missionary. sure i was in violent, harsh
conditions, but if i had not been put into this dire
environment i would not have met kathy, louise, and dan.
all who owned camrys. the mechanic had let me know that,
"nick your beemer will be done in about 30 mins."
yeah i own a beemer. a sweet 92 bmw that has 175,000 miles
on it. that bitch took me and 3 other people across the
united states and back, only asking for an alternator in
oklahoma (see a previous journal entry). that nigga held
his own. so there this bitch (louise) says, "i don't like
beemers they don't hold up."
nigga what?
i put down my book and came out bitch slapping.
"what are you in here for?"
"brakes"
"kinda expensive, eh?"
"yeah but it's only the second time i've taken my camry in"
here dan bursts in,
"i have a camry here too, i'm getting my brakes done!"
and i say,
"how many miles?"
"70,000"
"72,327" dan says although i didn't ask him.
"well i have 175,000 miles on my car and i just go in for
routine oil changes."
"why don't you just do them yourself" kathy all of a sudden
chimes in. apparently i was in there with dale earnhardt
junior and his clic.
"because i spilt oil all over my driveway and my apartment
doesn't allow oil changes anymore" (very true)
"well i don't know i don't trust german cars."
at this moment i let out my rapping midget brett from his
cage to end this argument.
"your camry may have a couple have a mile.
but you're still in denial.
that's why i fucked your bitch you fat mother fucker."
"brett get back in your midget cage."
----
i also happened to cut into a funeral procession. there i
was flying along the street, when all of a sudden i saw
about 30 cars with double flashing lights in the left hand
lane with the right hand lane wide open. i burned rubber
along the procession (not knowing it was a funeral
procession) and cut into the second to first car at the
light. i noticed a green ribbon on the car saying, "never
forget, tom waites - 1933 - 2005." hmmmm. seems kinda
recent. seventy..............two? two...hmmm. that guy's
staring at me. i looked in the rear view. damn....that
guy's pissed. hmmmm.
hm.
OH SHIT!!! okay nick. okay. so you are in the middle of a
funeral procession. just stare straight. no! that guy's
staring at ya. right! ok. cool. let's put the turn
signal on.
----
i also wore my bro's eagles hooded sweatshirt today. boy
that got awkward. there i am at the book store just
minding my own business when this black guy comes up to
me.
"hey! i ain't got no beef witcha man!"
i immediately thought he had beef with me as i looked
towards the nearest exit. i failed to notice he had a
patriots hat on, and i had an eagles hoody on.
i said,
"ok....." and gazed around hopefully for some saviour.
"you're an eagles fan!?"
"this is my bro's sweater."
"oh."
"yeah."
"well i still ain't got no beef with ya." with this he hit
me on the shoulder and gave me this look of.
"you son of a bitch, you just made the divide between our
colors that much wider."




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