So I went up to Jacksonville to visit Annikes, and a good time was had.
We watched cartoons, discussed life, drugs, and spiritual development. Basically, the upshot was that life is good, drugs are bad, and spiritual development is something we're sadly lacking in. She's living in a different place now, so she picked me up at her parents' house rather than try to explain the way to get to her new place. I left my car there, which was cool, because her folks were out of town. The next night, her roommate gave me a ride to retrieve Sera, and I didn't realize until we were halfway there that I'd forgot my keys. No biggie, though. I practically built the car, so I ought to have no problem hotwiring her. Anni's roommate dropped me off at my car, and offered to wait. I told her not to bother, I'd be along in a minute, and if I ran into some trouble, I'd just call. Getting in was not a problem, and the hotwiring began. You know, it's a lot easier to jury-rig an ignition when you don't have to worry about leaving it intact. So it took a bit longer, no biggie. Did I mention that Anni's parents live in a very yuppified neighborhood? Yeah, they were out of town, and being that the dad-type was the president of the HOA, I was wondering how long it'd be before one of their oh-so-socially conscientious neighbors wondered who that guy in the black coat was, and what he was fiddling with under the dashboard that car in the driveway of the absent family... Thankfully, she started up before the cops got there. So I breathed a sigh of relief, and backed out of the driveway, turned onto the street, and felt the solid click of the steering lock engage. Curses, drat, and flaming poo! Sitting in the middle of the road with the engine running and the steering column locked, I wondered briefly what this must look like to anyone that might happen to glance outside at that strange car just sitting there in the middle of the road. I say briefly because I soon realized exactly what it would look like, and began dismantling the steering column lock with all possible haste. Sadly, it is (was) held in place by four very awkwardly placed screws, which cannot be accessed without removing a bit of the dashboard. I finally got it to let go, after spending about twice as much time in the middle of the road as I had spent being suspicious looking in the driveway. Gladly, the cops never showed up, because I had forgotten my wallet as well. I made it back to belle glade and grandma, and my recently returned mother. Had enough time between getting home and class that I was able to make it on time, albeit with none to spare for food or a shower. So, hung over and road-weary, I stagger into class, to find a pop quiz being sprung upon us poor unfortunates in the class. Oddly enough, I think I did rather well on it. Then, it was back to belle glade, where I spent the night studying. I got tired of studying, so I painted my car. Well, not so much "painted" as "decorated", really. Nothing too drastic, just some carefully placed black shading to accent Sera's curves. Also, I painted the "memories" in a semi-circle over the gas cap. It's some imagery from an old Leonard Cohen song, in case you're wondering. Personally, I think she looks damn good in black and white. Maybe I'll take a picture of her, but probably not. Spent the day talking with mater dearest. Hopefully, she'll be able to resume the care of the matriarch soon, so I can get my narrow ass back to West Palm. Hopefully, I'll get some sleep tonight, tomorrow promises to be most interesting indeed.
music: The Dust Brothers - Chemical Burn