Lost In Haste

It seems once again I’m a pedestrian. However unlike last time, I don’t think my van will be rising from the dead.

I woke up incredibly late today and as a result didn’t get out to my car until 10:30ish. My van had been having extreme difficultly starling lately but I figured since it was almost noon, it would be warm enough for the ‘92 Privia. Oh, silly silly Jon.

I can’t even begin to describe the sounds my car made when I tried to start it. However I will say the sounds gave me a bit of headache. With no other option, I started walking to the Metrolink, cake in hand (covered of course).

I’m not really sure what I’m going to do. I did by a week pass today as I’m pretty sure my car will not again be starting. Unfortunately, I live about a mile from the metro and while that isn’t a big deal for me, it is getting colder. I’m going to have to purchase a new car but I just don’t have the money for that at this current moment…

I closed the door and thats when the echo hit. The room was empty. Not completely bare as my desk sits in a corner but empty enough to hear the sound linger a little bit. No couch, no glass desk, no coffee table…no MJ.

Its finally over, he’s moved out completely.