000097 #worm I chatted with the lady, felt very sunny, walked back outside and raised the hood, and poured that sombitch in there. It oozed out, murky/clear, slow/fast, slurping a little over the rim of the hole where I knew it would smoke and that was okay; sometimes you spill a little and it smokes. I replaced the cap, tried to find something to do with the beautiful little bit of grime on my fingers, and let the hood slam back down with a definitive THANG! And I drove away looking for this one love-you-forever song on the radio, this ultra-pop, little-too-sweet, superficial, utterly soul-wrenching song that I really love. I couldn't find it of course. It only comes on when I'm not expecting it, or have missed half of it. And as I pulled out of the gas station parking lot, I thought, you know, there is a secret joy in having a car that burns oil. And a little green light went on inside of me somewhere.