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I kick the demi-deflated tire in no mood to drag out the air compressor, "fuck it, tempting Fate today." This is how my life has been lately, half-ass busted, limping along downward spiral. It's no surprise then that the truck won't start, dead battery cold and lifeless. Maybe it knows how much I loathe going to town and is just obliging me. I pick up my phone, "Hey Dad, I don't know if I'll make it up there today, my truck won't start. I'll let you know." I suppose I could go a few more days on the few bananas I have left but no point avoiding the inevitable. Plus I had already expended a good amount of effort getting dressed this morning. I lean my head on the steering wheel, take a deep breath, implore, "Good God Ganesha please jumpstart this vehicle and my truck too. Thank You." I turn the key and the engine fires up. I roll my eyes Heavenward, place my palms prayerful at my breast "now please get me to town and get me home safely."