October 11, 2008 Act 1 : Don't Fuck With My Chariot

This the first Act of a series of blog entries for October 11, 2008. i am rocking a series because it is easier for me to give each portion of the day its' due diligence if i break it up. if i wasn't so drained right now i would try for one entry artfully divided but it ain't gonna happen. so let us begin... Act 1: Don't Fuck With My Chariot

i get up this morning and begin the day with a little laundry, i make sure my work clothes are in the wash because i need to be on the road around 10:45 to be at my shift at 11:15. so the day is progressing as it should, nice and easy morning no real hassle. i get all dolled up in my waiter gear and head out for my car.

let me tell you something about my car. it is the original. 1979 Oldsmobile Delta 88. this is my first car that i have bought on my own. no one helped me with money. no one else was allowed an opinion. when i saw the for sale sign in the window that was about it. love at first sight is real and it was born in Flint, Michigan. my scratch, my car.

so i am headed out to Elvis (the car has a name cooler than yours) and when i turn my head and look at the driver side door my eyes fixate on the little cubes of glass scattered on my seat and on the ground. the safety glass from 1979 would be more accurately named the illusion of safety glass. someone had busted my window, and busted it good. i know anger wouldn't cut the mustard right then but i couldn't help but to feel a little frustrated.

so i move into action, i refer to my brain trust (A.) and she confirms this is a call the cops moment. see i don't like calling the police. i understand the police officers in our town have a tremendous responsibility to protect and serve but i have had some run ins so i have some reservations. but i know shes right. i call the dispatch and the kind woman on the other end of the line confirms an officer is in route. i search for the next move, A. suggests calling the auto glass place to get the ball working on new glass. i call the shop and they set me up real quick. Elvis will have new dressings by monday at noon. next move, go to the store and grab some plastic to suffice until the start of the week. so A. and i jaunt to the bank and then to the store and i choose a selection of 4mm plastic tarp that will do the trick. we get home, after swinging by A.'s parents house for a shop vac and a little air for her tires. we get home, i clean up the glass, and i throw up the tarp. all in all it was a couple hours i would have been glad to not deal with. but, i dig it when A. and i can team up and get the job done, it's a good feeling.

here's the rub.

who the fuck thinks this goes unforgotten. what sort of low life ass hole pulls this amateur shit. i will tell you who, someone who doesn't know me. the basic conclusion A. and i have is some kids were out joy riding and putting out car windows with the louisville slugger the mommy bought them 3 birthdays ago. know thought, know panache. just random vandalism. weak shit. first of all i get the drill, my car isn't some sort of fortress, i don't keep anything of value inside and i keep the doors unlocked, so if someone wants to check out the car they can. take what you want there isn't much in there. whom ever did this did it without the intent to steal, nothing inside the cab was disturbed. so what was this? vandalism. vandalism by worms. you see vandalism by a man is the drop of the gauntlet. a man will sign his work with no regard for consequence. a man will hit you and tell you his name, will look you in the eye so you know he is your enemy. however, a worm wiggles its' way inside while you sleep and destroys without thought. no signature, no honor.

resolve. my new window will cost me $200.00. i know the cops have a losing chance at finding out who did this. who ever the culprit is better hope the officers find them before i do because if i just so happen to come across the slime who did this i am going to get my money back and i will be giving out free instruction about signing your work.

that's all i want to say about this right now.

j.