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The Frisco Kid. Saw it once and would like to see it again. And write slash for it. :) Is there any? There must be.
Why was I thinking of it? My brother sometimes called his old red VW rabbit (which he inherited when our grandfather died) "The Rabbi" because it had lost the 't' off the end of it's little metal name thingy. The damn car always seemed as though it was on it's deathbed, but it just continued to run, and he in fact drove it from Maine to California. He conceived this thought of doing a paintjob on the side of it: a rabbi with blazing sixguns. Unfortunately it met it's inevitable end there in CA when California parking cops towed it and, seeing just a heap of junk, not an amazing car that continued against all adversity, crushed it.
Coming up with these thoughts to try to get myself distracted from how fucking depressed and exhausted I am so that I can motivate to get out and get the groceries and laundry done. I should already be done with the groceries and on my way to doing laundry, and I'm not. Tell you the truth, I'm scared to go get my car, because I'm afraid my neighbor will see me. The one who yelled at me last night. I don't think he'll come yell at me again, but I don't want him to even see me. To the extent that I'm thinking about what other coat I could wear so he won't recognize me. My yellow Bean jacket and red-and-black beret are rather distinctive.
Yes, I know I'm a lame dork. I'm very aware of that at the moment.
Why was I thinking of it? My brother sometimes called his old red VW rabbit (which he inherited when our grandfather died) "The Rabbi" because it had lost the 't' off the end of it's little metal name thingy. The damn car always seemed as though it was on it's deathbed, but it just continued to run, and he in fact drove it from Maine to California. He conceived this thought of doing a paintjob on the side of it: a rabbi with blazing sixguns. Unfortunately it met it's inevitable end there in CA when California parking cops towed it and, seeing just a heap of junk, not an amazing car that continued against all adversity, crushed it.
Coming up with these thoughts to try to get myself distracted from how fucking depressed and exhausted I am so that I can motivate to get out and get the groceries and laundry done. I should already be done with the groceries and on my way to doing laundry, and I'm not. Tell you the truth, I'm scared to go get my car, because I'm afraid my neighbor will see me. The one who yelled at me last night. I don't think he'll come yell at me again, but I don't want him to even see me. To the extent that I'm thinking about what other coat I could wear so he won't recognize me. My yellow Bean jacket and red-and-black beret are rather distinctive.
Yes, I know I'm a lame dork. I'm very aware of that at the moment.