[Doc Faustus]

All week I've been losing sleep because of my financial situation and the fear of the expenses related to gassing the car. I pray. This morning a Mercury Mountaineer from God smashes the car. It might be reparable, but damn. I feel so fucked, so sad, so desparate. I don't open up like this very often, but this is kind of a Peter Finch moment for me. I'm mad as hell and I'm not going to take it anymore!