Yesterday, I left my keys in my car ignition and then proceeded to lock the door behind me. I then got on the train to NYC and only realized then what I had done. Luckily, my friend drove me home later that day to pick up a spare and I was able to get into my car and drive home.
Today, time was tight, there was traffic, and there was a funeral in the church parking lot, so I couldn’t park there because there was no space. I found a perfect spot on the street, and off I went. On my way back, I turn on the street and see that all the cars are gone. My truck disappeared. The police towed it because of street cleaning. Today is WEDNESDAY, but I thought it was THURSDAY. After an hour of calling the police station, my parents, the car insurance, and the towing company, I finally found the car and $152 and a $45 parking ticket later, I was on my way home.
Suffice it to say that A. I am over New Jersey, B. I miss living in the city, C. I’m sick of the train and D. I AM NOT MEANT TO USE A CAR.
I just want a boyfriend to hold me while I sob listening to GIANT and GODRA GUETTEL.
I apologize for this Tyler spam. He just has a lot of feelings.
Long Hair, Don’t Care.
Now I gotta wait an hour.
Hope you’re happy, Price.
YOU AND I KNOW THAT IT’S GONNA GET HOT.
Adam Guettel, “Migratory V.”