Digitally Born

I’m about tired of my dumb ass car. I can’t count how many mornings it’s been a total bastard to me.

This morning I pop the trunk to put some water/coolant in .. I’ve got a leak in the feed to the heater coil, so it goes dry in a matter of hours. I close the hood, jump in, starts right up, and I’m on my way. I get 3/4 out of my neighborhood and the coolant light goes off. WTF, OVER!? So I pull over at the first parking lot, pop the trunk, pull out my emergency bottle of garden hose water and hook that bitch up noticing that it was taking a lot of water .. not good. So I close ‘er up, hop in, turn the key .. it turns 1/10 over, then stops. It’s not starting. Lovely. I pop the hood (this is 3 pops before 9am) and stare at it thinking that maybe the mechanical gods with slap some knowledge (nay, wisdom) into me while I’m there. I fuck with the a few wires that I know to be thorns in my side and try to crank it again. Click. Click. Click. Something isn’t great. I rinse and repeat, this time re-seating the battery connections (another common issue), and try again. Click. Click. Wiiirrrr. Thank you, theoretical baby jesus. Off to work I go. I really need to sell it.

Fin.