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NOT ABOUT JOCK STRAPS

the jackal’s in terre haute with mark this week. we let him drive the beetle. that means bill and i are driving around in “the beast” this week.

if ever there was a car that deserved that name, jax’s maroon chevy cavalier is it. i think it’s a 94. it looked pretty decent when we picked it up – until jax forgot it was parked in the driveway when pulling out another car. bam! straight back into the driver’s side. since then he’s torn up the inside – i mean torn up. he’s pulled out the center console and replaced PART of it. he’s pulled out the original speakers and left holes. he’s pulled off the “ceiling” covering after friends wrote little messages of endearment on it. the driver’s window doesn’t close all the way. wait. that’s not exactly right. i think you can work it closed, but it kind of falls down within a minute or two. i think that’s the only way it goes down. it’s a mess. and except for the fact that the acceleration is crappy, and you have to put air in the two front tires every other day, and it looks like shit, the thing runs like a DREAM. i’m not kidding. i don’t care how cold it is outside. starts right up. and smooth. the engine runs smoooooth. don’t misunderstand me. it doesn’t RIDE smooth. the ENGINE runs smooth.

bill TOLD me we’d rent a car for the couple days j was in t.h. but the only cars available were a volvo and a HUGE pick-up truck at the little enterprise rental place we go to, so nooooo, here we are driving the beast. fun. not.

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this morning when we went to starbucks – in the beast – the barrista (oooh – barrista) asked bill if we’d been watching american idol. bill: “yes. but if i have to watch that red-haired kid croon ONE MORE TIME, i’m gonna stab myself in the eye.”