So, last night, I rolled into Snowflake to purchase a phone card. Got to the speedway station took a pee and grabbed a drink. When I came out, the truck wouldn't start. Changed solenoid, nothing. It's the starter.
So I spent the night at Wyatt's place, bought a new starter and got under the truck, where I was kicked in the nuts. There's a bolt head broken off. Here's the kicker, the hole in the starter that it goes through, is threaded. Pull the other bolt, and the starter is still firmly married to the truck. Needs a drill and easy-out. Too bad, no room for a drill.
This isn't a parking lot fix.
So I'm 30 miles from a job that don't pay anyway, with the truck that is my home, broken down. I'm having a bit of an existential crisis. What little savings I have is about to be eaten up by this problem, and I can't get to work (at my shitty job) to fix that. I'm supposed to be headed to Cali, and now I'm on the hoof. Having a bit of a moment here, but this too shall pass.
I'm so done with all of the bullshit I seem to be wading through lately. I just want to work, make my money, and move on with my life. It's been ages since I could put my pants on standing up. I'm tired of living in my truck, I'm feeling a bit tired of everything.
It ain't all bad, and it could be worse, life is still pretty good, but boy am I frustrated right now.