Depressed, no radio contacts   Leave a comment

I’m sick of telling the whole tale, but my car has died. It is capable of limping around town for now, but will eventually be done for good. I’m crushed, 355,000 miles and 11 years with that car.

Now, I’ll take it to the scrap yard where they will crush it flat and then shred it, melt the pieces and turn it into Smart Cars or some other piece of shit, as though it were nothing. I think I want to watch them do it, so that I can effectively kill that fun part of my life entirely.

I won’t be doing any more cross country trips anytime soon. I should probably sell my radio equipment and give up.

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Posted May 20, 2015 by n3mra in Ragchewing

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