I got a thing for here but I'm in a college library comp room and it's crowded and noisy and all. but if I don't get to it for god knows why... a lot of all this started in Salinas. at Carl's Garage. on North Main street. when I was 15 and had red hair. a car pulled up outside. a fall day in central california. 1964. a blue ford station wagon. maybe a 54-55. two dudes get out a fat guy with red hair and a beard another guy I don't remember too well. later this little skinny guy gets out of the back wearing motorcycle boots and jeans. really skinny. but he reminded me of my mom. not visually. some other way. they had a fucked up carburetor. ended up giving me the car. or trying to. that's what the story is about. I'll try to get back to it later
posted by Juke at 2:40 PM [edit]