AUTHOR.CALHO: If I didn't write it, I would be hitch hiking cross country to Maine and then Alaska in that order. While taking frequent breaks to spread leaflets. And sit in diners. And write on things because I wasn't at a computer. I may still do that in a few years. Writing this also helps me forget about and better understand the limitations of being human, and keeps me busy enough to allow me no free time to burn the world down.

THEMATIC.ABOUT : Collapse often. The things that hold people together and hold them apart and scatter brains. The things that make thoughts go boom. The things that ooh and aah and [expletive deleted]. Sometimes poking around the margins where responsibility ends and the only one to look to is the Original Equipment Manufacturer and say "but, I already pressed 9 for more options and the menus are exactly the same. Can you just replace it?" The answer will be: "please hold." Sometimes hanging out in dark corners. Sometimes following the train tracks. Looking for ways out and ways in and all the while sharing the things seen and heard and done and drawn and written and scorched and healed and teased and caged and dreamed along the way.

3/16/16

Dear (_____)

Dear automobiles,

The first one will hopefully make owning the second one a lot easier to own and work on.  I mean, it gets boggling building a complete tool set:

"You need a standard set of sockets, not metric.  Not standard regular sockets, you need deep metric sockets.  Standard pass through wrenches only.  Low profile wide mouth 12 point sockets only with a two foot cheater bar and universal joint."  The small costs add up quickly, but the things you cannot do shrink quickly too."

You're pretty alright, automobiles.  I plan on keeping the one of you I own until I've got every tool I'll ever need to keep you running forever.  Or until I can afford a new one.  Or 300,000 miles.  Whichever comes first.

Scratch that.  The first one or the second one.  Even if I can afford a new one, I'll keep you for as long as you'll keep running for me.

lovingly yours,

a shadetree
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