Yesterday was rough. I had to work, but working was not the part that sucked. I was running late and on the way I saw a dude that was being a little rough with a girl he was walking with. I kept driving because here in New Orleans its a good idea to mind your own business unless you wanna get shot. That sorta shit pisses me off.
"Oh wonderful!"
Brake lights, orange cones, I had to take a detour because a labor union for United Black Workers was having a block party on St. Claude. After I park there is a hissing noise coming from the rear of the truck. I walked around and witnessed my back tire deflate in a matter of minutes.
"Shit."
No spare means I had to either get it patched or get a new tire. A couple days a go I saw a Firestone around here, so I call them. "What time do you close?"
"Three o'clock? I don't get off until 5PM!"
Lunch break turns into a FIND THE GODDAMN FIRESTONE TIRE SHOP MISSION! I get lost because I thought I remember seeing it on the wrong side of the bridge highway. I was so confused at one point that I drove down a one-way street the wrong direction. I somehow avoid a getting into an accident while not being caught be the authorities.
This is like a bad dream. I get to the tire shop and they don't sell used tires. A new tire costs one-hundred and five dollars. Oh well, I guess we are not going to the beach this weekend. I miraculously get the tire problem solved and find descent food in the process. Half a roast beef po-boy with red beans and rice.
When I finished work I had to drive to the North Shore. I am going towards Slidell but "Shit, fuck, goddamn, dumb ass!" I'm supposed to be taking the Causeway. The next exit takes me to a bad neighborhood where a cop decides to pull me over. My driving is so poor under stress and frustration that I stopped at an intersection with no stop sign or traffic lights.
He didn't give me a ticket but he informed me that in Texas I still owe money for probation violation."...but officer that was six years ago, I got a new Texas license since then."
"Well the DMV in Texas isn't connected to the probation office. If you get pulled over in Texas they will take you in. If I was you I would call and find out how much money you owe them...and next time you get lost pull over like a normal person, don't stop in the middle of the street."
Fuck Texas! I love the place, but this kind of bullshit makes me an unhappy man. This called for listening to the Melvins really fucking loud on my way to Abita Springs. When we get back to our home in New Orleans we open the door and it smells like animal carcass. I learned that leaving fresh shrimp remains in your trashcan for longer than a day is a bad idea. The smell is really hard to remove. I tried baking soda, vinegar, Dawn dish soap, and the next day I tried soaking in Pine-Sol. I think the Pine-sol did it.
