This Or That?

S'up niggas! The Bomba Momma has got me down. The Bomba Momma, the Blue Bomba, Bluey, Big Blue, or Big Blue Hunk of Butta are all terms of affection I use for my favorite girl, my 2000 Chevy Tahoe. She is an albatross around my freakin' neck. I can't cut her ass loose. Bad ass credit led to bad ass financing with a high ass monthly payment and skyrocking gas prices haven't helped. To top it all off, the bitch breaks down almost once a week.

I left Detroit and moved to Satan's Anus, MI on July 1. Since I got here, the car has been in the shop 6 times, starting on my very first day here and she's scheduled to go back this week. She breaks mostly on weekends. I hardly know anyone here, so I can't count on rides. Transit is non existent. It's just all fucked up.

The kicker is when I moved I gave most of my furniture away: couch, bed, dresser, bookshelves, etc. I just had my personal effects, gear, 2 TVs, a computer and a futon. I thought once I settled in, I'd buy the shit I need to live comfortably. The Bomba stopped all that shit. Everytime I get paid I think "This is the week I'll buy a bed". Scccccrrrrrrrrrruuuuuuuuurrrrrrrrrttttttttttt, pump ya breaks, nigga. Your only method to engage civilization is not working. Gotta get her fixed. So since July 1st my grown ass has been sleeping on a futon mattress and sitting in one lone chair in the living room. Three bedrooms, three bathrooms, no fucking bed.

Once again this week the Bomba has not failed in her quest to keep my back fucked up. Somehow the fucking head gasket has blown on the car and it will cost me upwards of $1500. That's the biggest hit yet. I wanna drive this bitch into the river. I swear that car is possessed with the demon spirit of my ex-wife.

I didn't write this shit to hear the fucking "Solution of the Week". Nigga, I'm smarter than you. I thought of what ever you thought of first, and it won't work for me. I'm just venting and shit.

I Still Don't Luv Them Hoes (except for Bluey),
KZ