Monday morning - 6:45am - suns coming up and I'm readying myself mentally for another week as I exit the front door, WHAM, first uncomfort of the work week hits immediately with a flattie.
As I operate better in discomfort I moved through the anger and into solutions - I needed a resource, we all need resources to properly navigate new lands, even older well trodden lands - we can't do everything perfectly by ourselves.
Not to mention any names, but a place I've been een to and lightly posted about - my man inside told me "there's this little place behind the Metro store" and my man's getting a Thank You card with a little bit of cabbage inside for this hook.
Tire fixed $15.00 & a five O tip, and I saw a sign for BRAKES, so I got all four done this Saturday. Slammed my rotors deep with bolts so they're torn like an old YANNI LP and I'n my day, they cut them by and were reused. Na-na-na not in today's disposable society of people and products, so I'll hoop unhappily another $300.00 from my wallet - not their fault, not really mine either, stupid car didn't let out that classic metal on metal "sqqqqueeeeak" sound.
I'm gonna buy four Michelin tires this coming week from my homey Orlando at A&A because he's always looking to do his best for me and endures my bad attitude and flippant remarks about God and man and the end of the world. read more