sandra
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So I'm going down the road, and click, instantly the engine is still revving but the transmission is clattering.
I could hear the gears whining, but no forward motion.
I see a garage and wonder if I can get help, enter the front door, and of course nobody speaks a word of English.
I mean not ONE WORD.
A BLACK guy shuffles up. I mean, he is walking like he's actually asleep.
Booka fooba ? He says.
After a couple minutes of that, he shuffles even slower back to the work bench.
I say to myself. ,,,,,
How do they make any money here????
I've already decided, I'm in a shitty part of town, it's not that safe, and I'm not going to repair the vehicle.
I don't throw good money after bad. I buy boring well made older cars (like Buicks) for cash, and drive them till they quit. Then usually junk them, but in this case, I just don't even care.
So, I literally pull the plates off the car, (bolt/nuts )with a pair of pliers I had) and leave it in an alley where some scavenger will take it.
I go across the street to get on a bus, and a couple niggers ask for money.
One for a bus fair, two dollars.
The other "I'm hungry"....wants a Foty. Malt likka.
It takes me 3 buses to get home, on a transfer.
And that was my morning.
I could hear the gears whining, but no forward motion.
I see a garage and wonder if I can get help, enter the front door, and of course nobody speaks a word of English.
I mean not ONE WORD.
A BLACK guy shuffles up. I mean, he is walking like he's actually asleep.
Booka fooba ? He says.
After a couple minutes of that, he shuffles even slower back to the work bench.
I say to myself. ,,,,,
How do they make any money here????
I've already decided, I'm in a shitty part of town, it's not that safe, and I'm not going to repair the vehicle.
I don't throw good money after bad. I buy boring well made older cars (like Buicks) for cash, and drive them till they quit. Then usually junk them, but in this case, I just don't even care.
So, I literally pull the plates off the car, (bolt/nuts )with a pair of pliers I had) and leave it in an alley where some scavenger will take it.
I go across the street to get on a bus, and a couple niggers ask for money.
One for a bus fair, two dollars.
The other "I'm hungry"....wants a Foty. Malt likka.
It takes me 3 buses to get home, on a transfer.
And that was my morning.
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