just drove my dilapated, f---k up car tonight. it's really hard driving it especially at night. not only does it turns itself off while on stop, much worst, in motion. the idle speed (or whatever they call it) had been repaired a hundred times, but to no avail. and did i mention that there are a lot of creepy sound coming from everywhere? when shifting gears, it swerves somewhere, i don't know why.
man, i'm so over the hill putting up with this vintage vehicle. if i win in lotto and become an instant millionare, i swear, i'll smash it to pieces for all the mess he's (i think it's a guy cos no matter how i "sweet talk" and "romanticize" its steering wheel while driving, it breaks down, anyway) brought me. it'll be therapeutic, i bet.
been driving high end vehicles lately... you know the comfort that's bundled with these cars...awesome! well, it's the nature of my job. i wouldn't call it a perk, though, just comes with the territory. but, driving this vehicle really works me out good... like i'm sweating profusely behind the wheels... wondering when it's gonna stop or turn, or break down... ahhhh! when can i get rid of you - 1986 mitsubishi lancer boxtype a$$hole??!!
i need to use it though cos the other vehicle is being used by wifey to attend some fiesta. hah! ironic isn't it? here i am, being the "opposition" of this fiesta thing, yet i can't stop my wife and son gorging on some lechon and all that high fat/calorie/cholesterol nourishment of gastronomic proportion that only fiesta's can offer.
i could have use the motorcycle, my usual/everday service, but i brought along my boom box to beach roots cos we're suppose to party tonight, you dig?
we thought about it last night after strolling to the newly opened bars fronting, what used to be, rustans. they had a blast, literally speaking. huge speakers here and there... it was loud, man! lots of nice looking ladies were spotted in the area. too bad, i couldn't stay longer. got wasted earlier than expected and i wouldn't wanna have flying utensils welcome me at our house' door, would i?
but the issue here, really, is my rubbish wheels. either way, i'm goin' out tonight with him as my cage. hopefully, by the time the night is over, i'd make it home alive and in one piece.
on the other hand, you might wanna go to beach roots tonight where we'll have some serious "kicka$$" music. figuratively speaking, of course.
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be there or be (mango) square.
p.s.
pretty sleepy writing this. bear with my... well, you know... and yes darling, don't forget to pray ü
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