well luckily, and i use the term luckily very loosely, my car just broke down in austin near downtown. so instead of an "other person skin-wearing freak" i just have to worry about fighting off the local crackhead, not a bad deal in my opinion. so as i look for someone to help me push my car out of the way i look at my options, none are looking to attractive. there is the man standing outside the pawn shop giving me the "ojo," the gentleman 4 times my body weight in front of his also broken down carpet cleaning van, and two older women filling their car up with gas. so i come to the conclusion that they are probably all looking at me with the same suspicious that my eye just cast their way, i mean afterall i am wearing a headband with some peacock feathers in it i mean i could be a freak. so i decide to go with the closest in proximity option, which happens to be the carpet cleaning gentleman. after i ask him he is more than willing to help, but just as he bends down to push i swear to ever-loving jesus that out of nowhere the crackheads come out of the woodwork and begin to descend on us. i mean really i have no idea where they were hiding somewhere in the camouflaged backdrop of the gas station parking lot and surrounding pawn shops.
the craziest part was that they were nicer than the gainfully employed gas station attendant! i mean that guy was a real dick i had to be down right rude to him. he was so pushy that i eventually told him
"i hope you dont have any kids in particular daughters because one day someone will treat them the way you just treated me"
he just stared at me like i had sprouted another head, i mean who knows with the fumes i had inhaled outside his station i might have....anyways the lesson was you really cant judge a book by its cover.
crackheads=helpful
gainfully employed gas station attendants=big assholes
:) now i am driving a minivan...on my way to true love probably with someone who thinks i am a soccer mom...hellz yay
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