The Gods Hate Me, Part Gazillion and One
On the way home tonight, the car broke down. Again. The third time in what, not even two weeks – all for different things. This time it was the radiator, or a hose, or something that caused it to make spectacular clouds of white steam and die.
Bastard car. I want you crushed. I want you peed on by an eternity of dogs. I want you gone.