...and 13 things left on my list of To do's.
#10 is to sell my car. I am well on my way on this item. I spoke to a mechanic today. He gave me the low down.
"How much is the bluebook price?"
"1400 to 24," I said.
"Then I would sell it for 24."
"Really? I was thinking a thousand."
"No," he smiled. "Start high and go low. Not the other way around."
I'll tell you my friends that is some sage advice. It is also only the beginning of what I found out from the mechanic. Apparently, everyone in the shop was Korean, and knew everything about where I was going. They even knew the school I was going to.
"Oh, you going there?" Mr. Park asked.
"Yeah," I said. "Is that a good school?"
"Oh, good school," he said. "Good choice. Just becareful about the motor."
"What's the motor?"
"Motor? Marijuana. You smoke that stuff, and you get 2 years in jail. Right away."
"Okay," I said. "I'll stay away from the motor."
"You going to have good life. You teacher. You going to meet a nice girl."
The other mechanics laughed.
"Lots of girl there. Pick a rich girl."
"A rich girl?"
"Oh, yeah! A rich girl. It don't matter she be ugly. Just rich."
"Okay," I said.
They were real nice guys. We all worked on my front liscense plate (it was stuck). We also shot the shit about other stuff (more stuff about girls). I liked being there. It was real comfortable. I even thought about working there. It might be nice. I know Chuck seems to dig it.
Maybe, when I get back to L.A..
I think I'd be good with cars. I could make them purr.
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