soap bubble sting in the eye. at least you know you’re getting clean. at least it’s an attempt to scrub the garbage off. in some way shape or form it will work. even if it doesn’t. even if it’s just symbolic. even if all you’re doing is cleaning the dirt that will never come off, like freckles. another option might be a new paint job…but it’s already sold. now we’re just doing the new owner clean up. and we love it and we should. we’ve been day dreaming for years about having on of our own to have and to hold and love and squeeze and it’s so much easier to love one that’s old and broken and pitiful and needy. sure it will be frustrating when i doesn’t work the way we want it/need it to. and when it brakes we won’t be able to get parts or a person to fix it. and all the love in the whole wide world can’t make the scratches go away. but the hose is out and the intentions are on and everything is going according to plan and better than that, it’s going better than planned and it feels like we’re all in it together and holding hands and excited and singing. what a strange and wonderful time to be alive. even though we’re not, and we know it, it feels like we’re all in it together and happy about it. and even though they are just across the way chanting about how crappy it is and there is no point washing it cuz it’s only gonna get dirty again and how bad of a job it will do even if we ever do get it clean. you might think to remind them that we got it from them and shame on them for mistreating it all that time. you might think to but you won’t. cuz you’re better than that and them and you know it and that’s why it’s yours now and you are responsible and why you’d never stoop to that, (nose held high) their level. big man. big big man, or woman. give it some time. you’ll be cursing it.
