My brother’s rear passenger-side tire was busted for a long time before he got around to fixing it. For three winter months he justified driving around with five pounds of pressure because “it gets better traction on snow and ice”, when the real reason for him not fixing the tire was that it was really cold outside. Also, his other tires were all at normalish inflation levels, so that sort of killed the good traction argument. And the back end just sort of sank on the right. It was almost gangster. But my brother isn’t any good at selling “gangster” so it was just “that guy has a flat tire” for a long time.
Then one day we got it fixed at that tire shop on Fullerton over by where he used to live. If I knew the name of that place I would tell you what the name of it is because that tire shop on Fullerton over by where Andrew used to to live is pretty cool. As it is a tire shop, I can’t really say much more than its pretty cool, though. It would take a lot to make a tire shop the shit or anything like that.
I went to my brother to ask for a loan
I was Busted
I hate to beg like a dog for a bone,
But I’m Busted
My brother said, “there ain’t a thing I can do,
My wife and my kids
Are all down with the flu
And I was just thinkin’ of callin’ on you,
I’m Busted.”
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p.s. My brother Andrew really likes this song a lot. Also, he likes Johnny Cash a lot. Also, if you see him, tell him his pompadour looks like Johnny Cash’s and then he will be your friend for sure.