And i'll get some lame-ass job and i will laugh and run and flirt and get dizzy from the 3AM lights on the Kasr El Nil bridge, not eating not sleeping but knowing that this is where i am me, not someone without a face in yet another jacket.
Well yay and hooray! my poor father handed me a receipt last night and it took me about half an hour to work out that all those zeros meant he had paid for the car and that i'd be driving my own wheels within the next ten days!!
Ever noticed how guys react just like dogs when they see a frisbee? it's like *pantpantpant* "Frisbee!Catch!MustCatch!Must-AAAAAAAGHHHHHfell off wall.OOOh Frisbeee!Catch!"
How he managed to drive shitty for a year without being caught is beyound me, but then again he is a bit scary, especially in his 1982 Chevvy (a pimp ride that would make Xhibit cry for joy)...