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This is the curb I walked on for awhile, and the boot I did it in. I am a rockstar; that curb is very straight.

grate golf ball

Above par, in my opinion.

A series of breathtaking events:

plastic sunrise

grass hole

rotting heart

tin foil morningstar

tower and tree

A series of amusing events:

Sandal: Hello Kitty.

Sandal: Hello Kitty. . Tabitha: Well hello yourself.

It was very brave of me to walk on this grass to take this picture, because at the time it was taken I firmly believed that violent winged dog guardians would come for me if I trespassed.

It was very brave of me to walk on this grass to take this picture, because at the time it was taken I firmly believed that violent winged dog guardians would come for me if I trespassed.

'Nuff said.

'Nuff said.

THIS WALL TO BE KEPT LOCKED AT ALL TIMES

THIS WALL TO BE KEPT LOCKED AT ALL TIMES

Very good advice, my sage meter type friend. I shall.

Very good advice, my sage meter type friend. I shall.

Under the highway just after sunrise, feeling a little ninja.

Under the highway just after sunrise, feeling a little ninja.

hat and curb

Someone had written 'Kong' on the same wall twice; I figured if they're going to go to so much trouble, we had better pay some attention.

Someone had written 'Kong' on the same wall twice; I figured if they're going to go to so much trouble, we had better pay some attention.

Then my phone ran out of battery and I walked downtown just to see it. I wish I could have had pictures of that also, but alas. Some persons do not charge their phones as often as they should.

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Yesterday I ran drove over a curb and blew out both right side tires.

The water bottle has accepted full blame, as it ought, as it was so damn persnickety about having its top put back on that I had to give it my full and undivided attention for two seconds while driving. It has not, sadly, accepted full responsibility for the two hundred dollar tires my prissy little car insists on, and this is a harbinger of doom and no beers, for a long time, maybe ever. Sadness. Sad sad sad.

However, Nitya and I are both alive still and the airbags did not deploy and break any noses or ribs and my car has no body damage whatsoever and so of course it could be worse. No missing limbs or anything, although proper brain function has naturally been called into question; the general consensus is that persons of intelligence should not focus on water bottles while driving a CAR on a ROAD with CURBS.

Right now I am still a little acid eyed and strung all the hell out, as my luck is generally so good that when it’s bad it goes all agley half to suicidal, and I freak out as deeply and passionately as only an extraordinarily lucky person whose karma has caught up with them can. Also, I had to get up at 7am this morning when my very excellent father came to pick me up so we could fetch my care from the brake and muffler place I conveniently stranded it in overnight. The brake and muffler guy was extremely sweet, in that he considered the entire thing a joke of massive and hilarious proportions, and he jacked my car up for us and let us borrow a super awesome zoomy electric lug nut…turner thingie. Also I have learned how to change my own tires; also I have opened my trunk for the first time since I have owned this car, and discovered that not only do I have the key to my tires (weird high performance tire bullshit: requires a special key woopty doo in order to change tires, boo) but I have a spare, some jumper cables, some extra oil and a bright blue awesome funnel, a can of fix a flat and a tube of some sort of sealant or other. I have been prepared for all sorts of mechanical disaster for years here without even knowing it. Every cloud has a sliver lining, I always say when the disaster has passed.

Anyhow.

Poor Tabitha.

Lucky Tabitha.

Strong Tabitha, because she can put on her own tires.

Strong jack, because it can lift up the entire right side of a car.

Sad bank account, because there goes the beers and the bins trips for the next many months.

Happy creative processes, because now I have to be even more inventive with what I do for fun; I don’t suppose sober playground trips or nights in front of Netflix sounds overly frabjous to anyone?

PS: if you ever need a muffler or a brake(s), I would like to recommend RAG Mufflers and Brakes off of highway 99. They are very friendly and have super awesome tools. Also they play rummy when business is slow, and we all know that any rummy player is a rummy player of mine.