Day 140

Broken Test Shot #5


I needed to feel useful after a wasted summer, so a simple diy bookcase was my project for the day. After stealing my parents' old-school truck that lacks power steering, brake lights (only when your blinker is on), and FM radio, I headed out towards ReSource Recyle in hopes of finding cheep bricks or cinder blocks to use as the vertical component of the bookcase. Well, I needed about 100 bricks, and at 30¢ a piece, ReSource turned out to be more of a bank-buster than I had hoped.

Home Depot was, to nobody's surprise, worse. Did you know that a single plank of wood can cost upwards of $20? I need at least 5 to make the shelves, so that just won't do...

The project went out the window at this point. Defeated, I went back to the truck at the far end of the parking lot (I didn't want to risk parking it near other vehicles due to its precision handling being about as good as a butterfly's [have you ever watched them fly? Most erratic, spontaneous, purposeless fliers in the air.]) and got into the truck to bring it back to its normal resting spot on the street beside my childhood home. The fucker wouldn't start. Petal to the metal, choke at full blast, key torqued and twisted. I sat for five minutes trying to take test shots with my broken lens that would prove conclusively to me whether it's a lost-cause-broken, or just a bit-wobbly-broken. The shots didn't prove anything to me, but they did become the only pictures I took today.

Besides the ones I took on my cell of the NIN concert. I have so much to say about that show that I can't even verbalize it. Whatever that means. There was more than one time that the music was so loud and so full and so enveloping and I felt so dependent on it that I seriously believed that if it were to cease too abruptly, my eardrums would have blown straight out of my head.