I had this idea that I would buy a set of four Firestone tires for a car. They were so round, I wanted to run my hands along the treads once before I drove on them once every day after.
I could feel their desire to be on a car from across the lot of the dealership. Their desire was like sunlight or being watched from behind. It was a contagious longing for Montana highways and Route 66, and just us. Running. I spent weeks avoiding that side of town in my head and hanging out in the coffee shop across the street from my tires on that side of town. that very exact side. I sat with my back to them and they pulsated behind me like luminescent larvae. Eventually, I became friends with a tire salesman. He asked me over for a few beers after work. I hung out a little at the Firestone place after hours, me and the salesman got drunk and kissed a little bit. I could feel the tires watching us and I hated them, because they were going to break my heart even though I was defiantly making out with the tire salesman right in front of them, when I could be driving to Montana which is real unlike drunkenly making out with a tire salesman. Months went by. The tire salesman doesn't understand why I am always far away when we are together. I ask him, timidly, to tell me a little more about the tires he sells. He tells me they are gentlemen. I am twenty six years old.I am twenty six years old. I do not have a car. I don't know how to drive. I do not believe him. Not for a second. _______________________________________________ Five7Five mailing list [EMAIL PROTECTED] http://www.pairlist.net/mailman/listinfo/five7five
