But of Course Finding a Place for SCAB would not come Easy =P

Of course it don’t come easy.
Alright so my car was about to get towed from the place I was renting. Welcome to my world, care to feel more frustration, carry on, it does not disappoint. Sad but true.  

Hey it is not that pretty, I can’t really blame them, so with that being said as well as shown on the tarp that was covering it, I had to find a new place for SCAB. 

Everything has to be an adventure in my life, l

Like my dad Homer used to say “if it is not one thing, it is another.” Usually it would be followed by a Come On Man or putting down the cup of coffee that he almost always had within in are reach, and a gesture of rubbing his temple post taking off his glasses.

Okay back to what I was attempting to illustrate in great detail that might be to a dismay to some. But that is how I roll.

Anywho Be that as it may, I had a few bucks and my phone was mostly charged so onto a new home for Scab. It was great to see a notice that it was going to be towed on top of living in an extended stay, dealing with my anxiety of putting my life back together due to me screwing it up once again. 

Actually, it was almost a diversion from all of that. Yes, I say almost, because it was a wreck of a week, weeks, hell a month truth to be told. 

So, with SCAB's top completed ripped away courtesy of me. Great idea to work out some frustration, but in hindsight, not the best, but definitely not my worst. 

I crank up the heater in the car, thank g-d that works.
Keep in mind, It has many things that would be considered very unsafe.
venture out to seek. Too much to say for all of that, that pictures show it's "condition" or if it even qualifies as having on according to said definition. 

First place looked promising, it was on the main drag and it only took the frame scrape as it is lower than your typical anything that is on the road, did not scrape not too bad. My car runs low, so low you look up to a Prius, yeah that low. So, I called up and

Little to i know, if something looks empty, it is actually full. 

Sounds kind of warped, but keep reading, it might make some sort of sense.  

Completely empty lot, almost empty, a few cars with complete flats and plenty of spaces SO I THOUGHT. 

Little did I know, as I was told over the phone "It is actually completely occupied.'" Next question Could you drive to New Lexington. I was like I am lucky I can drive it down the street.  

Could you like to try a different location she enquired, we have another location that is in New Lexington. Ummmm, my car is put together with Heavy Duty Duck tape and the serpentine belt is somehow still together by some grace of g-d almighty himself. So, no, New Lexington. First choice is out, now comes another choice. I remember about the one down the other main drag and so I started off there. But, like everything else, it seems easy until Kevin tries it.

So I arrive at the second place, lucky I remembered that the person I was with, mentioned it more than once, to allow me some time away from everyone. (This was another thing that I will be forever missing, oh well) 

It is a great setup. I am very impressed. Completely automoated and take a pic of the quar code allows me to go to link and enter information. No worries, it is a little cold and there is. I was thinking even it a little spittle in the air. the heater is blasted on and I not cold as of yet. Even with the fall breeze coming and ging. I go through the motions with all the information and it does not want to accept my birthdate. Okay, no worries, I will try again, still same

error message, 

“Birth Date is not done in not something or another.” 

Okay five times I am doing it and I get the same response. In the back of my head, 

“Damn should have took the laptop too.” 

 I almost always have my laptop with me just because this might happen. You know you accidentally fat finger it or it wont let you back to previous screen. Damn I said, should of grabbed it. I cleared the history, did the Avast cleanup thing and guess what , the weather has decided to make a turn for the colder. Sun was being blocked by grey clouds. It might have been wise to check the weather, but like I had a choice, I was warned he was going to tow it and he had a right too. Oh my life, what a Shangri Blank at times. 

At the same time, the spittle is getting a little more frequent. What was also great, and I mean that is the most sarcastic way possible, is that with the little of the top that used to be there, even folded up it provided some kind of blockage from the fumes.  

So, fumes from the so called almost exhaust is getting me a little annoyed and since I am very suseptible to getting migraines. (So lucky to me, I tell ya) 

Well as the cold breeze now that the sun is absent from the sky. Great, now what, I try again and I try again. Then I decided if this does work, I still need someone to take me back to my other car that was currently at the Dollar General. I spin back to the neighborhood that I lved previously and the guy is not around and it looks as if he went out somewhere. 

I resort I might have to trek it back if this thing storage unit allows me entry, and there is a number in google, so I called the number and even on the weekend, someone actually picked up the phone.  

All is saved, someone is looking out for me.....just hold your breath, we just started this broohaha.  

Well, I call the number, a guy answers and he says, 

“Man, we have had this problem before.” Sorry, the guy that usually handles this is not here on the weekend.”

Of course I respond back my luck. I make it almost an instant reflex of laughing when I find out that I am really up you know what without a paddle. It was my defense mechanism that I was 'gifted' as a way to cope with my divorce. It would seem that I am just taking it all in fine, but my laughing assists me in the constraint of knowing i am in the poo again. Just like so many times before. 

He says let me give you a call back. I was like fine, that will work. So then I make a second attempt to see the neighbor from the past came back. Strike three, Kevin you better hope you don't get caught in a downpour. Of course not there, so back to the other car that I now left at the rental unit. (after all this is not the car they were going to tow)

Time to look for what my whole trip was intended to do. I go rummaging thru my rental unit looking and looking and looking and then well, I can’t find it, and I was getting a little frustrated in my attempt. Luckily, the weather was breaking and the sun was out and it seemed like the spittle would not completely become a downpour.   

Then I get a call from the technology representative and The other guy calls back and he tells me 

“Yeah, we have had this before, I am going to try it again with a different account and see if I can get it to work.”

Great, this is good news, eventhough I had a good sweat, if the sun went behind the clouds again, it is going to get real cold. Time is of the essense.

But of course, my lack of luck and the D for the Drama in my name make a return.

He has no luck. “I am going to give you a call back on his and see if I can force it through”

Great, I tell him, of course you have this issue before and of course I leave him with another hardy life that this pathetic existence at times, you just can't make up.

So, more rummaging around rental unit back in SCAB and then now it is getting cooler, but I am still pretty still sweatt hot with the exercise I had of throwing around everything looking for what I came for at the rental unit. So off goes the Marmot Pullover and then I am basically sweating because the sun comes out just enough to take the chill out of the air. Mind you, I did not have anything with me to eat, but I did find an older graham bar that was in my backpack from work. It was of unknown age, it did not really matter anyways. 

Okay, I get a call back from the Technology guy and tells me that he had to call the Technology desk and they had to massage the program to get around the Birth Date all together. I said ‘No, really.’ He was insistent that is what they had to do this time. 

He communicated to me, like they have had issues with it in the past and it is a known bug. I said go figure. So, even after trying to strong arm my account, it ended up we had to do it over the phone and I pic of DL to make it official.

Okay that is done, now onto opening the place and then going into it and leaving scab for the rest of the season more or less. 

Numbering systems can be like this B045 and this is B45, have to love it, I figured out one is the same as the other, but I was getting close to empty with my shanighans with Scab for the day.

Not to mention fumes from the exhaust, barely eating and drinking of what i had left in my water jug. I just love to do this to myself. I am gutton for self-punishement if that makes any sense. Okay, backed in Scab, no worries, storage door down. Now onto getting out of here, whoops they won’t work, you don’t have a car, that gate is locked and you are not able to get out. 

As I looked at the Barbed Wire Fence and contemplate on how bad I am going to get scratched up in this endeavor. I was able to find a way out without leaving me scared in the similair instance like Al Pacino in Scar face. As I was waiting for him to get back to me, now the Civic was the dollar General and made note to the staff that my car might be there an hour or two because I have to walk back. to get out, thank g-d.

Anyhow, time for the walk back, it was actually less than 2 miles and I was walking fast as I can. It only takes like 45 minutes to walk back and I was pretty impressed with myself. I was completely out of breath and I really needed my inhaler. Thank g-d it was not raining and it was just a cool fall day, like everyone else, I was able to enjoy the breeze on the way back.

And of course, putting Scab away for the season did not come easy. 

Why because I am Kevin D Berg and the D is for the Drama that constantly finds me where ever and when ever.

The picture is me walking back very quickly after being completely exhausted in another adventure that is what makes me, me. =)