There comes a time when we have to put aside the immature pleasures of hot
tub, bong and Tom Waits to take on the responsibilities of adulthood else
our solipsism lead inevitably to paranoia (I'm the most important thing in
my world, so any negative event must be a plot against me). Perhaps that
time has come for you, Nick.
I know it certainly hasn't for me.
-----Original Message-----
From: owner-fot@autox.team.net [mailto:owner-fot@autox.team.net] On Behalf
Of Malaboge@aol.com
Sent: Sunday, August 08, 2004 5:00 PM
To: fot@autox.team.net; vintage-race@autox.team.net
Subject: Country Livin...v little LBC
When last we saw Nick, he was standin on a chair screamin like a "Girly Man"
about scorpions...
OK, so I really don't like scorpions! In an effort to thwart further chance
meetings between us, I poured some sort of anti-scorpion juice around the
perimeter of the scatter and put out some glue traps inside in a few key
areas.
Well, scorpions seem to be too smart for the glue traps, but mice aren't.
After a proper ceremony a mouse sailed across the River Styx and all seemed
well.
This AM I step into the shop to find that apparently there was a veritable
mouse hootenanny on the hood of the race car! There were enough mouse pies
to make the hood look flat black! Could this be retaliation? Am I being
paranoid? So I push the Duke of oil out into the drive and give it a good
hosing. Back into the shop to put in my favorite Tom Waits 8 track in, and
one speaker is mute!
After doing a textbook diagnostic, OK I stuck the speaker wire in my mouth
and it didn't tingle, I realized that the speaker wire wasn't conducting.
After pulling the wires out, I find that one or more of the aforementioned
vermin have chewed the wire in half. Not only have the chewed through the
wire, it appears to have been coated in mouse spit so that there is a
humongeous hair/excrement mass around the break in the wire! OK, now who's
paranoid?
SO, all is back to some semblance of normal until the morrow.
Anthropomorphism R us...
Nick in Nor Cal
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