automobiles
The suburb of failed obscure European imports
Being unemployed means that you pay attention to useless nothingness while avoiding the actual task at hand, i.e. finding a job. So here I was, randomly Google Mapping the city of San Antonio, a place I don’t particularly care for, when I discovered a subdivision who must have had a fairly massochistic master developer. […]
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72 degrees, 72 miles per hour
It was one of those nights that convertibles were ostensibly purchased for, so I put the roof down as I turned the ignition and headed for home on the ass-opposite end of town, leaving the house of a friend. Not just any friend, but the only one I’ve truly made since I moved back […]
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