Oh bloody hell was my weekend sick. For the last month I have been waiting to go pick up my custom made hood from my buddy Rob in Port Huron, Michigan. After Will backed out of the trip Sarah and I drove 5 hrs, damn near to Canada. Once we got there I called Rob and put some gas in the truck while I waited for him to show up. After waiting about 20 minutes for him to get to our rendevous point my phone rings and he is on the other end telling me my hood is junk.
Rob proceeded to tell me that someone cut him off on the highway and the hood box slipped out of its ropes, fell out of the truck bed. Now, everything woulda been fine if the Chevy cargo van didnt ru the fucking thing over! On the plus side, the hood (built Ford tough) busted the fog lights and did some damage to the bumper. the guy pulled over and asked what was in the box. Rob replied, ” That was an 800 dollar custom hood, asshole!”. And then the miserable long ride back without my hood sucked ass too. Rob generously agreed to make me another one though and even meet me half way this time, which I greatly appreciate.
On a completely unrelated note, I saw a story on tv that says if you want to fight depression move to a sunnier part of the country. In theory that would work for me but I was born in the middle of a blizzard and have grown up in a grey and gloomy environment most of my life. I dont like sunshine and warm weather. I happen to like it when it is dark and rainy. I guess it just looks like I’m screwed again.