this morning #965.

this morning, i stubbed out my third smoke of the day in the ashtray & stepped back inside the garage to take another crack at this car, this bane of my existence that i’d brought on myself. after being bored for the majority of my first month of retirement, i decided that i needed to find a hobby. it’s shameful that i’d come this far in life without a single significant interest to speak of besides drinking but here we are, me & this car in this makeshift garage. auto repair. a former warden’s first real adult hobby. respectable, at least. working with my hands. like a man. foreseeing fulfillment. i have to assume that, if i keep at it, i’ll eventually figure out how to put what i’ve taken apart back together.