Portal to Gridlock

An elderly Friend of mine bought a Car in London over the net, and wait for it... She is 88 yrs old and had sold Her last car 2 years ago as Her eyesight was pretty bad, but since She has had new clear Corneas fitted, And she just got left a pretty little pile of Cash, She wanted to Drive again

So she asked me if I would Pick it up, as it was way too far for her to drive back... it would have sent Her nuts, as I later discovered...

so I volunteered to do it, Wish I had kept my fat Gob shut, so I got up at 5:30am walked my Baby Boo so she would be OK to be left alone at Home for as it turned out 8 Hours!... got the 10am Bus 10 miles to the local Train Station, Got a Train to an Obscure part of London called Harrow Wealdstone, had to wait 30 mins for a connecting train, finally arrived at the location,

Rang the Guy he said "I'll be 2 minutes" after 30 mins he came, so I was already Frazzled, from there on in My stress levels have not been as High since My Mothers Night of Passing, I checked the Oil, it was almost empty!, so he got a 5L jug and put it ALL in, now there was way too much, The engine was overwhelmed with it, it started smoking, on hitting the gas pedal it gave a smoke screen, the only way to fix it was to get it drained at least 2L, 

I will omit a lot of this as I am too exhausted to put it to type to be honest, I am burnt out like a Prayer candle left to die in a Chapel...

I was in Fucking Central London the biggest city of Lies and deception in Christendom, and it is permanent Gridlock, idiots just like me going Nowhere very slowly, it took me 2+ hrs to go 14 miles, I was fermenting total Madness and frustration, then when I got on the Motorway the Petrol Warning light came on, with no services for 18 miles, it was deep in that RED line between Redemption and Damnation, maybe 20-30 miles I was hoping but stuck in traffic with A/C on it was drinking fuel, so I turned A/C off when it went parallel to the last trace of red in that line of FATE...

So I pulled off the Highway/Motorway into Suburbia and smaller roads, went for miles found nothing... searched like a dying man in the desert, even stopped someone in a moving car to ask where the nearest STN was!, she said left and left again and you cant miss it, so glad she wasn't lying, it was there, so I filled that sucker half full, and rolled a $20 Joint and drove home, another 1.15 hrs away, I was cursing the air Scarlet same colour as the congealing Blood of Jesus Christ hours after He had been whipped,

Praying and condemning him at equal outbursts of verbal emotion screamed over the deafening sound of the A/C... I was 9 parts fucked up, believe me, my sanity was in fractions...

Thank God I didn't take My Dog, it would have distressed Her greatly, She knows when I am losing it, and cowers, on these now RARE OCCASIONS... But while driving all I could think of is How much I wanted to get back to Her and cuddle her like it was 1999, Today was the closest I have been to Hell in a long long time, I fucking hate London, 99% of it save the few Civilised bits left, is that a racist comment, Maybe?

Na, London is a Cess Pit where every con artist and Hustler thinks they can "Steal a Life" of ease and plenty... every road is a Blocked Intestine "filled with inhuman shit of Low-life Society" all conceived in the dark in a Dirty little Fuck... conceived in Lust and Born to sin, Me included, so to You:

Hell is an open space where other people are, JPS the well-known Celebrity cigarette Said, "Hell is other People" I wish I had said that first, what a great Nilhistic comment... he would read my blog I bet!...

so I Sweated Blood that Cried out every pore like the tears of Demons, to cut a tedious story short, I got Home thank Crimson christ...

it took me 7 hrs in all to go out and come back with this Car, She Paid me very well, which made me feel guilty, I just hope it won't blow up on Her, So I Immediately went out in my Mini Merc, Eva, and Bought a fortnight's pile of rare plants, I slept like a Baby and woke up Stoned 10 hours later...

Now day later editing this up, I am seriously Chilling after a great ride out with my Gal Boo... and I am ten times happier than YOU, some of the saddest people have a fortune, but no sense of Fun... Boredom Kills, Excitement Thrills... Solitude saddens, anger Maddens, relent from all hate and life turns out Great...

Get some Hun fun is the great teacher: