Dickheads with Engines
Every car owner's nightmare: Your car is dead. You relied on some professionals to fix it, but it turns out they ain't so professional and you're fucked to the tune of a few grand. That shit sucks, but it's pretty run-of-the-mill sucky shit.
The stomach tightens and sinks.
The heart and lungs follow.
It’s a confounding reaction to a receipt of affection.
It’s familiar, and, therefore, oddly comforting.
But familiarity can be a curse.
A cursed reminder of what once went wrong when you were just trying to do things right this time.
This time it’ll be different, you say.
Why? You’re different, but what are you doing differently?