"There's no way that fuckin' thing is gonna start!" shouted Tim. "It's been there 6 fuckin' years just collectin' all that mud and sludge...may as well leav-er where she lay..."
"Fuck him" I thought to myself as I tried to get the thing goin'. Why was I trying so hard? No one understood but me, or so it seemed. They all laughed at me, but they were all out there helping me...well, using the term 'help' very loosely. I'd actually asked them to be there too. Was I stupid? Why did I tell them I wanted to get that old machine goin'? Maybe it's just because they'd always been there for my wild ideas. Anyhow this seems monumental now that I've actually began trying. I'm not sure this will be successful...she's covered...I'm gonna need a bigger shovel...
"Heh hah," Steve chortled, " you've certainly got yer work cut out fer ya...but I'm a little jealous if you actually get-er goin' again."
"Fuck you too," I thought as I tried to turn the key over...and then I saw it...even worse than all the shit built up on her outside...a giant mouse nest...right in the middle of the fuckin' motor...then I glanced around in horror...everywhere I looked there were wires chewed through and hoses dry-rotted and busted and on and on and on....all important parts,all destroyed by those little cheese-eatin' fuckers...what's worse is I knew a little...that's it. This shit might take someone else, and a lot of time, and what's worse yet: money! Well, of these things I had/have none...fuckin' great...
I just thought that since it was so great before that it could be again...and it's starting to look possible for the first time in a long time. At least six years or better. Part of me is nervous. She didn't really do all that well to begin with, and now with all the rust and broken glass and out-of-date parts that don't work any longer, well...it might be somewhat of a lost cause. But I loved that fuckin' thing even though I never treated-er right so I'm gonna give-it-a-go. The ol' college try...the ol'...hell I don't know, but somethin...and someday someone might even look at-er and say, "Hey! Nice machine there, pardner..." I'll flash a crooked grin and think, "If you only you knew, buddy...if you only knew..."
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