Glass (Crank 2)

It’s Friday, the eleventh

of January. Trey and I have

been together the entire

time, a long, spectacular

semester break, almost over.

My car is out of impound,

thanks to a generous loan

from Brad. I asked Mom,

but she was still pissed

about Christmas and told

me to come up with the two

hundred sixty bucks on my

own. I tried Leigh, too, but

she’s tapped out from her

trip. Airfare isn’t cheap.

Brad’s tow buddy brought

the LTD home. It’s in the garage,

in need of a new radiator.

The nose-down gig sent the fan

smack through the old one.

That will have to wait until

I come up with a few hundred

dollars. The car can use a little

bodywork, too, but not much.

Those classic Fords are tough.

And anyway, Old Man Winter

has seriously arrived. More than

five feet of snow have fallen.

Not enough plows to go around,

even the streets are piled high.