There was definitely some fuckery involved.
There’s so much I want to unpack here but first let me say that this ugly little mermaid is in love with your style of writing. Great job.
They do make camo crocs. Shoes don’t always have to be white.
My car sounds like a stream of farts as well. I could never put myself up to buying a new car. The depreciation hurts my soul. Instead I bought every 15 year boy’s circa 2000 dream of owning a grossly lowered Honda Civic equipped with a fart cannon and paint damage. I’m very lucky that I work in town as a firefighter/paramedic or I’m sure the police would pull me over daily.
Something resonated with me and the description of the homeless guy as oscillating. I really again want to say I love your descriptions. Do you have anything written in long form? If not let me know when you do and I’ll be one of your first customers.
Like most things in my life, the community thing is off to a slow start. I love packing on loads of work that I can’t ever reasonably finish. Any contribution is great.
The intention of the community was just to embrace different and to tell the story only you can tell. I wanted a reflection of the dirty messy irony of life that I love. Save the pristine projections of perfection somewhere else.
Oh good, I'm glad some fuckery was mixed in there.
The rednecks here must not have heard about these camo crocs, or maybe they just wear them on special occasions. Weddings, and the likes.
If you add some under car lighting and loudly play techno music you might be able to qualify as a Malaysian redneck with that car, according to the comment above. The escaping tickets because of healthcare job does seem to be a universal thing. My husband has escaped a few over the years because of wearing his scrubs. I guess police think of you all as one of them, or they just don't want to look up from a stretcher and see the face of the guy they gave a ticket to yesterday. Maybe some of both.
I'm honored that you liked it - that makes it worth all the effort to type the words out with these crab claws. And I like your idea of a community embracing the dirty messy irony of life. There are some of us out there that do this sort of thing, but we are lost in the surplus of nature photos and travel posts.