one less handbasket

i did my good samaritan deed for the month last night, and therefore, i should have one extra handbasket for the trip to hell for anyone that feels they need it.

i pulled into the gas station to fill up charlotte last night around 10, and as i am pumping, this tall black fellow hobbles up to me asking for my assistance with a flat tire. i'm not gonna lie, my first thought was that he was trying to rob me, but i told him i'd pull around after filling the tank. as i put the gas cap on i thought to myself, "great, not only is this guy gonna rob me, but he's gonna take charlotte for a joy ride, and i just paid for his gas."

i pull around behind the station and i see that there is a young black woman who had the flat, a large black man who looked like the Notorious BIG, and the tall black fellow holding a tire iron...... awesome, they're gonna get me to change the tire, clock me over the head with the tire iron and steal charlotte.

these thoughts are what is wrong with growing up in an overly dominant white, republican town.

somehow this girls car didn't have a lug wrench, so they tried another but it was too big, so i tried mine, and it was too big, so i broke out my tool box and got my socket set out. i changed the tire, and while tightening up the last lug, the wrench slips and i slam my face into the quarterpanel of the car.... awesome. with a bloody lip i put my tools away, biggie hands me a card (he's a car salesman) and tall black fellow says "god bless you", only i don't remember sneezing (good old bible belt), and the girl says she's a bartender at some bar down the road and says drinks are on her the next time i'm in...... ROCK!!

half buzzed from the beer during wing night, and half buzzed from doing a good deed, i head home, roll down the windows, and pound my 1996 Vision Of Disorder (V.O.D.) self-titled album as loud as my system can go. i had forgotten i had this cd, and man am i glad i re-found it!! V.O.D. is a N.Y.H.C. band with screaming guitars, bass that goes great with subs, and bitchin' vocals once you get past the thick new york city accent of the lead singer. their last release is an album called "From Bliss To Devastation" (2002). The bassist and drummer have since left to form a band called Karnov.