That didn't fix it. The Large Mammal's coming up here tomorrow to try to fix it. Regardless, I'll be in town Sunday. But if the Buick's not working, that means we're all gonna have to ride to the concert in one car,...that isn't mine.
I was right. I knew it. God damn trees. That stench of parmesan cheese and ass was the goddamn gingko trees. The female trees were producing seeds that stank and that's what that smell was. I knew I wasn't imagining it.