Probably shoulda seen that coming…..
It takes a lot of the humor out of silly little sarcastic temptation of Fate when Fate responds with a roundhouse kick to the face. For starters, I don’t think Fate should be kicking people. Not cool.
The tire died. Angry. Downtown. I was stuck Downtown with mere hours left to get out of the Hoover apartment with no money and no spare.
There may have been weepage.
I called three people: Elia, Tanya and Richard. I left messages saying that I needed help - messages that I imagine carried an appropriate level of despair and terror. Within fifteen minutes I had spoken to all three, and all three had various ideas and/or offers of help. Elia ended up driving over to lend me her spare tire. When it didn’t fit, she drove me to a shop and helped me get a tire (all monies rendered will be full repaid today.)
The first thing I need to say to everybody involved is ‘thanks.’
When I was sitting on Flower yesterday with my ruined tire and no escape hatch, I wondered if this was a signal that this whole endeavor was a bad idea. That wasn’t the lesson at all.
It was a reminder that this isn’t about me being able to handle things alone or about me trying to get through things without anybody else. I need this reminder because I every so often I get all Crocodile Dundee about the whole thing. But ‘alone’ is how I was living before. Me alone with the consoles and DVDs and CounterStrike, sure - but alone all the same.
This is about me getting out in the world and amongst you riff-raff. And yesterday was about me realizing that just because you don’t see the net doesn’t mean it isn’t there.
Thanks. I hope you guys know I would do the same for you.