27 June 2012
Cleaned out my car. When I was done Sonja asked me to, "Clean out my fucking car too." So I did.
My car was littered with the usual predictable crap. Old racing forms, spilled pills, empty beer cans, dog fur and loose change. Four quarters, a couple dimes and a sprinkle of brown pennies.
The interior of Sonja's car only slightly less putrid. Old fashion magazines, spilled pills, empty wine bottles, dog fur and one coin. A fucking toonie.
When I was done I told Sonja about the toonie. She said, "Give it to me."
"Oh, I'll give it to you alright. What sort of a ride will two bucks get me."
"I'll give you what a sure winner gets at the track - a fucking hand ride."