Now for the update.
I didn't want to say this prematurely, but my truck was stolen... sort of. The guido I was selling it to gave me a thousand bucks then borrowed it, as he had before, but never came back with the rest of the cash. He's not anwsering his phone and he's not down the street where he used to be. I guess its my fault for trusting him. I'll just chalk this one under "Never ever trust someone who repeats over and over that thier word is bond". At least I have 1100 bucks, not like he left me high and dry. I'm going to try again tomorrow, then call the police. The truck had MA plates on it and was in FL going to NY. I doubt they'll ever find it. I miss my truck.. she was a wonderful truck and her name was Cheyenne. Now a moment of peace for my dearly departed.
...Memories
... in the corner of my mind
...blah blah water color pictures
... of the way we were...
The fact that my truck was taken from me means that I now have no way to get to work. On Friday, I rode my bike... in pre-hurricane winds... and rain... 20 miles. Never ever ever again will I do that. I'm going to throw my bike in the closest river. No car also meant I didn't get to go to the fucking tattoo convention today. Damnit, this sucks. I have to go drink or cry or something.
Edit: Notice my gnarly half arm sunburn in the side mirror in the shot of South of the Border from my window...
I didn't want to say this prematurely, but my truck was stolen... sort of. The guido I was selling it to gave me a thousand bucks then borrowed it, as he had before, but never came back with the rest of the cash. He's not anwsering his phone and he's not down the street where he used to be. I guess its my fault for trusting him. I'll just chalk this one under "Never ever trust someone who repeats over and over that thier word is bond". At least I have 1100 bucks, not like he left me high and dry. I'm going to try again tomorrow, then call the police. The truck had MA plates on it and was in FL going to NY. I doubt they'll ever find it. I miss my truck.. she was a wonderful truck and her name was Cheyenne. Now a moment of peace for my dearly departed.
...Memories
... in the corner of my mind
...blah blah water color pictures
... of the way we were...
The fact that my truck was taken from me means that I now have no way to get to work. On Friday, I rode my bike... in pre-hurricane winds... and rain... 20 miles. Never ever ever again will I do that. I'm going to throw my bike in the closest river. No car also meant I didn't get to go to the fucking tattoo convention today. Damnit, this sucks. I have to go drink or cry or something.
Edit: Notice my gnarly half arm sunburn in the side mirror in the shot of South of the Border from my window...