Forty One. That is the magic number. It looks great next to $389.78. It means about another 170.00. I don't have it. I can get it but it has to come from another part of a budget so full of holes that there will be suffering and added misery. I can't get it soon. But I need to.
Forty One is the number of miles I drove the Bimmer after the radiator and strut replacements before another problem reared its ugly head. I feel like Jason of the Argonauts fighting a four headed hydra, struggle to knock out one head and there are still 3 to fight and the sword is getting so heavy. Someone call Ray Harryhousen and tell him to give me a break. The new problem is in the same corner the brake disc is now rubbing in one spot as though severely warped. To the point that it feels like the whole corner is going to seize up and break. If I do the work myself it is about 119.00 for the rotor. and another 40.00 for new pads, with tax that about 170. Then I'll need to bleed (I am bleeding, I'm hemorrhaging actually, but it's green not red. Add 170 to the 389.00 I've already spent to get the struts and cooling and that is an expensive forty-one miles, well I had to drive another 12 miles with the thing seizing grabbing and shuddering on the right side (this applies equally to Jenni in the passenger seat and the disc brake assembly actually) after the brake started its terrorizing me. About $10.57 per mile (not counting fuel) since I picked up the car from BFM.
I need an economy car, a leather vest and a sword, and a half dozen argonauts, two eclairs and for glazed please. Well, Jenni is ready to give me a ride in in the truck. Work calls duty calls. But Misery won't hang up for me to answer the other calls. Leave a message I'll get back to you.
There may be no golden fleece
but human riches I'll release
oh, my head is spinning like the world
and it's filled with beasts I've seen,
let me put my bag down
and I'll tell you it all right from the start.
like the scarlet woman who would pick on the boys
she thought were green, and the two faced man
who made a hobby of breaking his wife's heart.
seems the more I travel, from the foam to gravel,
as the nets unravel, all exotic fish
I find like jason and the argonauts
there may be no golden fleece
but human riches I'll release.

I was in a land where men force women to hide
their facial features,
and here in the west it's just the same
but they're using make-up veils.
I've seen acts of every shade of terrible crime
from man-like creatures, and I've had the breath
of liars blowing me off course in my sails.
seems the more I travel,
from the foam to gravel, as the nets unravel,
all exotic fish
I find like jason and the argonauts
there may be no golden fleece
but human riches I'll release.
I have watched the manimals go buy---buying shoes,
buying sweets, buying knives.
I have watched the manimals and cried
buying time, buying ends to other peoples lives.

jason and the argonauts
there may be no golden fleece
but human riches I'll release.
Chuck Pace © 2007
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