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Bling;
Merry Christmas, although by the time you get this, it is probably New Year's. I hope you are not alone this Christmas, you should spend it with Cindy, she could use the company. I bought you a present, but I don't want to send it in the mail, so I will give it to you when I get back. I am looking for a gift for Cindy, but it is hard to shop when there are only little stores here and there. I'll probably be home in about a month, but right now I'm trying to fight my daemon.
Until later,
MAGC
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Christmas hasn't been much for most people since the Pulse, although a lot of people still try to celebrate it because there ain't much else to celebrate. As for New Year's, everyone is out for that, it's the best excuse to get stone cold drunk. In two weeks it will be 2041. I won't be home by then, but I know what everyone will be doing. Mom's friend Sketchy will be drunker then drunk, but then he usually is drunk. Her friend Cindy will be at the bars trying to pick someone up, and Bling will be sitting at home. He always sits at home, although when I was a kid, he sometimes would come to our apartment and celebrate with us. We would stay up to midnight watching movies, usually Pre-Pulse, and dad and mom usually cracked a bottle of wine. At about eleven o clock, dad and Bling would go into the kitchen and make mom and me a gourmet meal. Mom wasn't much of a cook. Shortly after midnight, we would sit down to a beautiful meal, then we would just have fun for the next few hours, and sit up to watch the sun rise. Then we would all go to bed for a few hours since none of us had to go anywhere. But those are good memories, and I don't really want to remember the good memories, because, like I said before, they lead to the bad memories.
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"Aggggggggrrrrrrraaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhh!!!!" I am on the side of the road, a million miles from nowhere, with a flat tire. It's at least a four hour drive to the next town, and there's no guarantee that there's tire shop there. I pull out my map and check to see if somehow there may be a closer town. No such luck. After putting it away and checking everything, I grab the bike and start walking.
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It seems like I have been walking forever, but it has actually only been about three hours. Three long, drudging hours, and according to my map, I will probably be walking another three. Ugh. It's not like I don't like walking, but dragging this heavy bike around for six hours isn't my idea of fun. I haven't seen another person since before I started walking. I step off to the side of the road to take a drink and rest a few minutes, but it is getting dark, so I can't rest to long.
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Three and a half hours later I walk into a small town. It is very small, there may not even be a hotel here, but I start walking up the street to look for one. There is a small diner, though, realizing I am extremely hungry and haven't had anything since breakfast. I park my bike outside the diner, set the alarm and go in. There are a few tables scattered around, and six stools along the counter. Here and there, a few people sat. Locals probably. I sat at the counter, and a ditzy waitress about my age came over, dropping a menu in front of me. Other than that, she ignored me, keeping her eyes on a young guy who sat on another stool, batting her eyelashes and giggling. Great, now I'm never going to get any food. I glance at the menu. The usual stuff, hamburgers, fries, there are a few actual meals, but I wouldn't want to risk them. The safest thing looks like the hamburger and fries, so I decide on that, throwing the menu down on the counter in front of me, hoping she'd get the hint. It took over five minutes for her to notice me again, and I was about to holler at her. She's lucky. When my food finally arrived, it was greasy, kind of gross, but like I said, I was extremely hungry and there was no other choice. The fries were alright if you doused them in enough ketchup. My dad once told me about a chain of hamburger places, they once had about ten in every city, and you couldn't go a block without running into one. He also said that no matter which one you went to, you always were guaranteed the same type of food and quick service. He said they had the best fries he ever had, and ate there all the time when he was a teenager. To bad they didn't have places like that now, at least then no matter what town I was in I would know what I was eating. Getting the ditz's attention again, I paid for my half-ass meal and asked her if there was a hotel around. She told me to go down two blocks and I would find one. Man, I'm glad I wasn't looking for a ritzy hotel. It didn't cost a whole lot for the night, but then there wasn't a whole lot to pay for. But there was no alternative, so I got a room until morning when I can get the Ninja fixed.
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What a dick the mechanic is. He thinks that just because I am a girl, I know sweet dick shit about anything with a motor. Boy did he make the wrong assumption. My mom taught me a lot about how to take care of vehicles, especially this one. This bike was one of her favorite objects on the planet, so she kept really good care of it. My dad had a huge funny looking blue car called an Aztec, she taught me to take care of it, too. Anyway, the mechanic thought he could pull one over on me by telling me the bike needed this, that and the other thing. Bull shit. Except for the tire, this bike has never been in better shape. Since he wanted to keep my bike to look at, I bought the tire and changed it myself, in the front parking lot of the hotel across the street from the auto shop.
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Bling;
Merry Christmas, although by the time you get this, it is probably New Year's. I hope you are not alone this Christmas, you should spend it with Cindy, she could use the company. I bought you a present, but I don't want to send it in the mail, so I will give it to you when I get back. I am looking for a gift for Cindy, but it is hard to shop when there are only little stores here and there. I'll probably be home in about a month, but right now I'm trying to fight my daemon.
Until later,
MAGC
~~
Christmas hasn't been much for most people since the Pulse, although a lot of people still try to celebrate it because there ain't much else to celebrate. As for New Year's, everyone is out for that, it's the best excuse to get stone cold drunk. In two weeks it will be 2041. I won't be home by then, but I know what everyone will be doing. Mom's friend Sketchy will be drunker then drunk, but then he usually is drunk. Her friend Cindy will be at the bars trying to pick someone up, and Bling will be sitting at home. He always sits at home, although when I was a kid, he sometimes would come to our apartment and celebrate with us. We would stay up to midnight watching movies, usually Pre-Pulse, and dad and mom usually cracked a bottle of wine. At about eleven o clock, dad and Bling would go into the kitchen and make mom and me a gourmet meal. Mom wasn't much of a cook. Shortly after midnight, we would sit down to a beautiful meal, then we would just have fun for the next few hours, and sit up to watch the sun rise. Then we would all go to bed for a few hours since none of us had to go anywhere. But those are good memories, and I don't really want to remember the good memories, because, like I said before, they lead to the bad memories.
~~
"Aggggggggrrrrrrraaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhh!!!!" I am on the side of the road, a million miles from nowhere, with a flat tire. It's at least a four hour drive to the next town, and there's no guarantee that there's tire shop there. I pull out my map and check to see if somehow there may be a closer town. No such luck. After putting it away and checking everything, I grab the bike and start walking.
~~
It seems like I have been walking forever, but it has actually only been about three hours. Three long, drudging hours, and according to my map, I will probably be walking another three. Ugh. It's not like I don't like walking, but dragging this heavy bike around for six hours isn't my idea of fun. I haven't seen another person since before I started walking. I step off to the side of the road to take a drink and rest a few minutes, but it is getting dark, so I can't rest to long.
~~
Three and a half hours later I walk into a small town. It is very small, there may not even be a hotel here, but I start walking up the street to look for one. There is a small diner, though, realizing I am extremely hungry and haven't had anything since breakfast. I park my bike outside the diner, set the alarm and go in. There are a few tables scattered around, and six stools along the counter. Here and there, a few people sat. Locals probably. I sat at the counter, and a ditzy waitress about my age came over, dropping a menu in front of me. Other than that, she ignored me, keeping her eyes on a young guy who sat on another stool, batting her eyelashes and giggling. Great, now I'm never going to get any food. I glance at the menu. The usual stuff, hamburgers, fries, there are a few actual meals, but I wouldn't want to risk them. The safest thing looks like the hamburger and fries, so I decide on that, throwing the menu down on the counter in front of me, hoping she'd get the hint. It took over five minutes for her to notice me again, and I was about to holler at her. She's lucky. When my food finally arrived, it was greasy, kind of gross, but like I said, I was extremely hungry and there was no other choice. The fries were alright if you doused them in enough ketchup. My dad once told me about a chain of hamburger places, they once had about ten in every city, and you couldn't go a block without running into one. He also said that no matter which one you went to, you always were guaranteed the same type of food and quick service. He said they had the best fries he ever had, and ate there all the time when he was a teenager. To bad they didn't have places like that now, at least then no matter what town I was in I would know what I was eating. Getting the ditz's attention again, I paid for my half-ass meal and asked her if there was a hotel around. She told me to go down two blocks and I would find one. Man, I'm glad I wasn't looking for a ritzy hotel. It didn't cost a whole lot for the night, but then there wasn't a whole lot to pay for. But there was no alternative, so I got a room until morning when I can get the Ninja fixed.
~~
What a dick the mechanic is. He thinks that just because I am a girl, I know sweet dick shit about anything with a motor. Boy did he make the wrong assumption. My mom taught me a lot about how to take care of vehicles, especially this one. This bike was one of her favorite objects on the planet, so she kept really good care of it. My dad had a huge funny looking blue car called an Aztec, she taught me to take care of it, too. Anyway, the mechanic thought he could pull one over on me by telling me the bike needed this, that and the other thing. Bull shit. Except for the tire, this bike has never been in better shape. Since he wanted to keep my bike to look at, I bought the tire and changed it myself, in the front parking lot of the hotel across the street from the auto shop.
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