I stare at my computer sometimes wanting to write...other times I stare wondering what to do...other times...I'm compelled to write. Today...I'm compelled to write. I sleep for hours on end because there's nothing else to do. Without my car, George, I'm practically immobile. I refuse to take the train because then I get the excessive worrying from my mother. Yea yea I know it's because she cares, but it doesn't make enjoying a night that much easier when every couple of minutes I get "When are you coming home?", "Where are you?", "It's getting late.", "Are you taking the train?", "I don't want you taking the train, it's too dangerous." "I can't sleep until your home and I have work in the morning."
Really? That would annoy anybody after a while. I love my mother but sometimes the nagging isn't healthy...and that's why I've been hibernating...to avoid ALL of that. No George, no freedom, no fun.
George and I have seen some good times in the last year. He's like a middle aged man...still in working order but you know it's not gonna get any better. Thanks to George though, I've seen Coney Island many times now, I've been to this huge ass mall in NJ, I've taken a road trip to Steel Town (Pittsburgh), and driving to Buffalo. I love that car and because of me, his leg is broken and he's got some bruises.
I'm sorry for losing control of you George, I never meant to hurt you. Ima fix you up and ur gonna be good as new...hopefully.
We sometimes take things for granted, like I took my car for granted, but now I got a taste of what life is like when you fuck up...when you break something that you never appreciated, like you should have, in the first place. I'm going to take better care of George and no more irresponsible or risky decisions in that car. He's gonna take care of me, like I will take care of him. Get well soon George, everyone misses you.
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