- 9:35 PM,
Wednesday, January 10th, 2018:
- It doesn't take
long while perusing the first 10 years of The Journey
to realize what this day meant. I don't even want to
mention it in this entry, but rest assured: it was all
that was on my mind. When this gig was booked it was
the first thing I think of since the issues with
this car are so wrapped up in...
- ...well, what this
day is. And with that, I give you today's
- I promptly
broke down on Talya's shoulder while wandering
aimlessly in the kitchen trying to process everything.
It's the definition of too much to handle, but I will
get up tomorrow and handle it. Just unsure of the
emotional and even physical toll it's going to take.
I'm concerned about how to move forward with my
business. I'm looking into buying another time machine
on credit. I'm scared. I don't even mention all
the things wrong. A fuel line exploded last month
causing me to have to tow it to and from an event and
there's no rhyme or reason as to why it happened. It
just did. Which means, at any point, anything can go
wrong that will break my contract with my next event
and I lose everything. The car is the definition
of unreliable on so many fronts it feels irresponsible
to keep booking it, yet so many events are already
- ...so you keep
going. Incredibly, by leaving hours early and always
working on the car I have yet to lose a gig - but
it's honestly luck at this point. I mean, I know
it's hard to watch that video and consider me lucky -
but my McGuyver skills got me through it and I didn't
have to give back $1300. $1300 is a LOT of money.
Which is why there is so much anxiety and I long
for the days when I could depend on the
unreliability of a Delorean. Now it's a complete
fuckjob of issues that no one will touch because it's
so modified. So it all falls on me.
- My blood pressure
is keenly aware of this. I have to find a
workable solution and find it soon.