April 29, 2004

somebody… pls…

You know, when I was with my old car, I used to be carefree, bold and dangerous. Heck, I didn’t even give a hoot about a dog crossing the road. So what if I run over a dog? Not that I’m going have to give it a proper burial or organize a funeral for that four legged son of a bitch. I didn’t respect potholes nor bumps. And I could basically go anywhere with my car… dirt roads, slum car parks, ghetto markets, moon, mars, jupiter… anywhere…

But now that I have gotten myself a new car, I started to get paranoid. I begin to slow down to almost a halt when I see potholes or uneven road. I started to get phobia on driving my car to any places with high concentration of traffic. I started to worry about the tire pressure… the gas… the noise… everything. I started to have nightmares — that somebody might scratch my car… some bird might take a dump on my car’s brand new layer of metallic paint… some other vehicle gang banging my second wife Lorraine …

I started to lose my appetite to whack food… lost my interest in girls and sex… and before long, I will even lose my fucking mind, probably isolate myself in a dark corner whimpering… Arrgggh

Somebody… please… tell me this is suppose to be normal.

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