Tuesday, May 31, 2005
Why I Think I Might Apply For Asylum
As I sat on Jenn's comfortable SF couch this morning, drinking coffee and using fast wireless, I got this email from the Producer, who drove the Neva up to Guba today with some visiting friends:
No oil in Car. Oil indicator does not work.
Get stopped for speeding. I actually was.
Flat Tire. No wrench in car to get tire off. Break guy's borrowed
wrench, buy new one for him.
Get pulled over by another cop. Our driving permission does not have necessary stamp. Goes to impound car. Paid the money and now I'm pissed.
Called Afa. No water in mornings, broken toilet, garage door will not shut.
I really do not think much more could happen to me today.
This email raises a lot more questions than it answers, but since I'm 10,000 miles and 12 hours time difference away, I'm merely a spectator, just like you.
No oil in Car. Oil indicator does not work.
Get stopped for speeding. I actually was.
Flat Tire. No wrench in car to get tire off. Break guy's borrowed
wrench, buy new one for him.
Get pulled over by another cop. Our driving permission does not have necessary stamp. Goes to impound car. Paid the money and now I'm pissed.
Called Afa. No water in mornings, broken toilet, garage door will not shut.
I really do not think much more could happen to me today.
This email raises a lot more questions than it answers, but since I'm 10,000 miles and 12 hours time difference away, I'm merely a spectator, just like you.
