jennings rampage

Too much pimpin’, son.

So much going on right now, and all I want to know is: what the hell was I on when I burned this mix CD? This is terrible. I need to get my CD-RW drive fixed badly.

The T-bird had a shorted out resistor or some-such tucked away behind the dashboard that caused the alternator to fry to begin with. So that’ll be another $150 on top, but I’m picking it up tonight at least. Here’s a foolish thing to say: the car will be fine now.

Drove down to Wilmington on Tuesday night with a bunch of DSI folks to play in an insanely fun show with our friends from The Other Side in their insanely nice theater. Resolved: will return soon to do it up again. And next time, I take the next day off to spend some time on the beach and not have to limp home at 2am.

I almost forgot this: Saturday afternoon, I think, it’s like 2:30pm, and I’m still asleep since I saw the sunrise the night before. Katy came over to make me wake up and cook her something, probably, when the doorbell rang ten minutes later. I was still in bed, so Katy got the door to see what was going on. I overheard the guy say “Nissan,” and threw my pants on to find a Samoan dude with bleached hair offering to take my dead Sentra away. I sold it to him on the spot for the low low price of $0 (not far from its value) just to get it towed away for free. Cleaned it out, took off the now-iconic license plates for posterity, and it was gone before I was showered and dressed for lunch. Door-to-door salvage yards — what a country!