...Not the kind of wheel you fall asleep at...

The other day, my mechanic hugged me in the middle of the street. And, had he been a hot love-interest, and had I been about to get into my car to drive to the airport to fly off to my new home in Mozambique, and had he sprinted into the street to clutch me close one last time, or just to suck face a little, it might've been a beautiful moment. But since that's not the way my life typically runs its course, the woman who lives across the street--who has the pitbull with weird growths on its face--sorta just looked at us peculiarly and then we almost got hit by a pick-up.



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