Gazing out the Departure Window

It’s been said to me that when all this business with the car is over, I’ll look back at it and laugh. Well sure, I know this - it’s how I’ve lived most of my life. Right now, stress builds.

Even though I’m still within my Departure Window, the fact that I got all hyped up about last Sunday has drained a lot of the excitement about the trip. While everything was gung-ho before, the uncertainty in the air has been as thick as the humidity. Sticky and gross. I’m hoping all the excitement comes back once I finally get on the road - it should.

My Uncle has come to the rescue with the car, to pick up where John Walker left off. It’s a nice back and forth between the two men but the consensus between them (and without knowing the other has said it) is that I’m simply lucky to be alive, and it’s good that this whole rear break fiasco was caught before I use up the last of my “nine lives.”

It’s also been suggested that “someone must have been looking out for me” - they suggest it’s God, I believe it to be Toyota. In the five years that I’ve been driving the Echo (back when it belonged to my now ex-girlfriend), I have trusted my life with this car, and it has yet to disappoint me. It may not be the flashiest vehicle on the road, and the owners of gas stations may make fun of me for owning it, but I’m damn proud of it.

To pay for the brakes, I did another Thursday at Jammin’ Jensen. I didn’t film it this time because it was essentially a repeat of last week. Made the same money, met the same kinds of people. I don’t take that for granted, I just didn’t think it’d make for an interesting video. The Walkers came down to visit, and I reluctantly drew them. I have a problem drawing people I’m familiar with, but this one came out pretty nice.