yesterday our car broke down in bellingham, 85 miles north of seattle.
most people get freaked out when a car breaks down, i secretly get excited. more than anything in life i love out of the ordinary days. a car breaking down means a long tow truck ride back to seattle with a guy named dwayne, who loves what he does, moved to ferndale to watch his father die, and now his mother. he cursed anyone that pulled in front of him no matter the distance, explaining each time why the driver was an idiot, all of this between sips of pepsi. he's a ford man, and has a guns'n'roses ringtone, which welcomes us all to the jungle each time a buddy of his called, which was often. more often than my phone rings atleast, i like to tell myself it's quality not quantity, right? he was nice, totally ridiculous, but nice.
today i read an article in allure magazine, (i know, i know) entitled 'sunny side up.' it stated: people that expand their circle of friends over the years are happier than those who do not. i guess that makes sense.
so if anyone is interested, you know, in being my friend, technically speaking we'd be doing each other a favor. i'd even be willing to change my ringtone for you.