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the Passat's rear tweeter has been buzzing since we picked it up. With the Frau out of the country, I figure I'd drop it off at the local VW dealership. Outside of the service center, jocko homo dude is funneling suckers towards respective "service representatives" or "liars". You can smell the BS from a block away. Jocko asks me, with a full mouth of Burger King, while grabbing his crotch, I swear to Christ - if I need something. I gave him my best, how-the-fuck-did-I-get-on-this-p... thousand-yard stare. As usual, this look has no impact due to the lack-of-humanity force field that surrounds most automobile dealerships. I drop the car off with Jorge. Walking makes my back feel better so I was looking forward to the walk back. Ran into Zizi. (say ZEE ZEE) She's the one that I spent too much time the last time Frau was gone. Movies, Home Depot. She was in the laundromat. Helped her fold sheets. I dropped off a paper cutter I was borrowing at her place the other night. Her apartment looks still like someone dumped a full dumpster into it. Shit knee deep. There's not even a place to STAND. Not kidding. Her phone got turned off because she didn't pay the bill. And she doesn't even look good. What's my problem? Maybe its cause she's an artist who’s actually had some success. Or maybe its cause her dad shot himself. (She was screaming at the NYC cops at the time, "I WANT THE GUN, GIMME THE GUN!") Maybe its the name - got to admit, its a cool name. She has a sister that owns a bar on the Lower East Side. Or maybe its cause she has a band saw in her kitchen. Thats right, a band saw in the kitchen. Farther down the road, I stop off at the comic book shop for a short respite. Pick up X-Force Volume 2. Kelly. That was her name. The cashier Generation Y'er. There's always an over-hip young thing on that platform - putting their perkies in your direct eye line. But this ones new. And hippy. Not it a 70's way, though the hip-huggers couldn't have been any lower. Her large hooded eyes and pursed lips - upturned nose, perfection. We chatted. She was on the patch. The glue from the previous days patch still apparent. Obviously, showering was optional. Male Insanity Syndrome. Big time. I continued North. My load one comic and twenty years heavier. I'll go back. Not for months. Another hip young thing will be there, fending off crusty comic book creeps.All this peer pressure is making me hungry. I could use a SlimJim™