A Single Charged Particle
So I was doing my best to suppress the olfactorial bleeding (as well as a hung stomach) in the not-so-cheap-yet-still-stratospheric seats in the Metrodome Sunday afternoon as my beloved Twinks were being thoroughly manhandled by some yuppie ball club out of Massachusetts. It was a rough go. They were down too-many-to-come-back-from to 0 after the first half of the first inning. You just knew that some sort of fate or karma or something is afoot. So I got a call from my mother on the ol' blip blop. "Hi, Robert? You have to drive home now. Here's Dad..." So that was a pretty long conversation. The beleagured Passat and I trekked off for home following the dissapointing game as if in some sort of religious ritual. Indeed, it was the moment I was separated from my trusty travel companion. The one who stood... or rather stumbled... beside me throughout the past 6 years. The 'rents knew I loved German cars, but they were concerned about their reliability, cost, etc. so my Mom begged me to tell my Dad that I would be fine with a nice Japanese car. A Civic or something like that. So I get home to greet my new fly ride and end up face to face with a tiny charged particle of miniscule mass and volume. Well, no, not really, though it does share the name. I now drive a Saturn Ion. There are a couple confusing cubbies in it, but I have yet to find the drawer that says "Deposit testicles here." Still looking. I do have one question, though: What kind of car made post-1972 doesn't have cruise control? I mean, seriously! I feel that the car is a victim of the self esteem inflationary plague of the late 90's. Someone told these engineers to think outside the box one too many times: Speedometer in the middle of the car? Not. A. Good. Idea. Father's input: "Well, I drove it around the block... seemed good to me!" Good, indeed. Whatevs, though... it runs. In fact, despite the confusion surrounding the fact that it proclaims in large lettering that the vehicle is a "Special Edition" that apparently is not special enough for power locks, windows, or cruise, it has a pretty nice ride. It's in excellent condition and has barely a ding. It's black and manual. Not bad.
Talked to TBG and he's doing well it seems. I even sent out my rental app and app payment today. Apt + Car... I'm 2/3 of the way to being an adult. Freaky.
The other day Kai was talking about how his friend's wife threw him out. His response was to be "promiscuous." Dating all sorts of "wild" women. Interesting. It isn't difficult to see why psychology became such a well-studied field. Coping mechanisms are bizarre. How do you cope?
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