Rudy can't fail

My car is the kickinest spunkiest pluckiest go-getter whose gas pedal has ever been trodden down.
She's red. She was made the year I graduated high school.
She is so tenacious she still smells like my mom's perfume, my sister's dog, my housemate's roll yer owns, and my...oh who am I kidding, I produce no odors whatsoever.


Her theme song is by the CLASH. I sing it when we're riding on fumes because I refuse to buy gas at the expensive station near my work and I need to make it home before we stall out. The song totally gets her going. I don't usually anthropomorphize stuff this much, but Rudy can't fail.

How you get so rude and reckless
Don't you be so crude and feckless
You've been drinking brew for breakfast
Rudy Can't Fail

I know that my life makes you nervous
But I tell you I can't live in service
Like a doctor born for a purpose
Rudy Can't fail


Japanese rag used to wipe up coffee spills... cracked windshield

I went to the mar ket to realize my soul
What I need I just don't have
First they cursed then they press me till I hurt(they say)
Rudy Can't fail


Rudy with a friend

First you must cure your temper
Then find a job in the paper
You need someone for a savior
Rudy can't fail

Now we get so rude and a reckless
we been seen looking cool an'a speckless
we been drinking brew for breakfast
so rudie can't fail

backseat still life--empty cig box and Ulysesses on tape (checked out of the library since November)