Originally, I was going to write this drunken rant about the weirdness that happened at the bar, including a few of us not being introduced to a girl at the table and nobody I talked to knowing who she was, as well as another girl that my friends and I worked with 4 years ago showing up and nobody seemed to know who had invited her or had seen her in 4 years. Then, I was going to talk about driving around with Trisha and walking on the shore at Bridgeport (which I’m still going to a little, to give context to the rant). But, this town decided that a content and drunk Cory is a boring posting Cory, so it threw me a sweet curve ball for me to rant about.

Trisha and I were bored after the bars, so we decided to drive around Valencia and check things out. I haven’t lived here in over 5 years and everything on that side of town seems new to me. We drove in and out of neighborhoods and finally I decided that we should try to find a place in Bridgeport, this housing community with canals running through it, that was near the water. We find a place, park, and cool enough they have walkways behind all of the houses that run along the water. We decide to walk down the beach a ways, hang out on a bench we found, watch the ducks swim, and eventually walk back to the car. It was really relaxing and I was actually content with a night in this town, until I got back to my car.

My fucking car wouldn’t start. It was 2am and we were in some housing community that I was not a part of. I canceled my AAA coverage when I got this car because it has never had a single problem or breakdown. Fuck. Luckily, Trisha had just renewed her coverage, so we spent 30 minutes cold in my car until AAA showed up and jump started it. Does this sound familiar to anyone who knew me when I owned the Supra? That thing died every two days for no explainable reason and I hated it, but this car hasn’t once until now. I could have sworn my car troubles ended with the Supra.

Rant: I’m confused as to whether I should say “fuck cars” or “fuck this town” because I feel that while the car might have been the thing that temporarily broke down, the town has this evil force that breaks spirits and messes with your mind. I say fuck both. I hope that my car just had a loose battery terminal and SCV isn’t trying to trap me here like it’s The Shining. At least that hotel was cool inside and it was snowing. Out here we have dirt and mediocre seasons.

Rant: There is this church thing on television right now and this lady looks strikingly like Alanis Morisette if she was 20 years younger. But, she’s a preacher and she’s on TV which means she’s crazy. And not the cool kind of crazy, the spasm in church and speaking in tongues crazy. I’ll pass Alanis Morisette preacher.

Subscribe      

Filed under: None by Cory