Well the word came in today.

My car needs a new transmission. And I cannot afford to get it a new one.

It is time for a newer model to take her place. But who can fill those shoes (or tires?)

She's sitting parked in front of my house now, awaiting for her last voyage. She may end up in my yard along with all the other decomissioned vehicles my father refuses to get rid of. She may end up as a trade-in. I don't know.

I do know I will miss her. She has served me well and I will never forget her loyal service to me. The good times that she enabled me to have.

From the beaches on the South Shore of Long Island, to the beaches on the West Coast of Florida, Elise was always there. On freezing cold days, she delivered me safely from work to home. She carried my equipment to Last Call on a weekly basis, when there was no other means of transportation. No matter where I had to go, or who had to go there, she was there.

No other vehicle will ever be as endearing as she was. With her crooked headlights, and missing bumper, she was always a welcome sight in time of need.

Her missing door handles reminded me to be a gentlemen for the ladies that rode in the front passenger seat. Her stubborn windows were always a nice conversation starter.

She was the essence of the word hooptie. No car will ever be as unique as her.

But life goes on and her spirit will carry on into the next car.

I will miss you.

Rest In Peace.

Oh, and I will be taking my system out of that bitch so don't no body get any ideas.

Doc Out.

I'm in a crappy mood tonight. Real freakin' crappy.

I got screwed at work, my car won't drive, I lost my cell phone, and I was stranded in Eastern Queens.

Last night was a good night.

I went straight to my brothers high school graduation from work, and ran into the MVAC, or Malverne Volunteer Ambulance Corps, who were standing by for the event. I expressed my interest in volunteering some of my time to the corps and they said they would love to have me join.

I went home, showered, changed and headed to Brooklyn. Mel and I went to dinner at this really good Malaysian Restaurant. Dinner was delicious and we had a very nice time. Afterwards we met with Cindy and Tommy and bullshitted at The Rec Room for a while. I drove everyone home and went along my merry way back to Long Island.

This is when my day took a turn for the worse.

As I merged off the Southern State Parkway, my vehicle let out a single high-pitched shriek and my transmission disengaged. It didn't matter whether I put the car into drive, 2nd, or even Reverse, it was going soley on impulse. Pressing the accelerator only revved the engine with no increase in speed.

I manged to park my car off to the side and I lit a cigarette as I sat back and pondered how to proceed. I had never reacted so calmly to such a screwed up situation before.

I knew that if this car would not run, I was going to have a mission for the next couple of days in trying to get to work. But I didn't panic. It was 4:42 AM and I just sat there and smoked my cigarette.

I praised the Lord that my car hadn't decided to act up on the parkway or even worse, on the Verrazano Bridge. At that moment, a squad car pulled alongside me to check on me and make sure I was alright.

I called some towing companies and they told me that it would cost me $80 to get towed home. $80 to get towed 15 blocks. Ha. I laughed and hung up on one company after another.

I pushed my car home. It took close to an hour to push that hunk o' junk down all of Ocean Avenue.

I fell asleep after 6:00 AM. I woke up at 10:00 AM.

My sister was kind enough to drive me to work in the morning. I had a long distance trip up to Connecticut and at then just as my shift is ending at 8:30 PM, my dispatcher decided to screw my unit and have us make a gas run for a stalled unit on 96th Street in Manhattan. It took us almost an hour to find diesel fuel. Screwed.

THEY NEED TO BUILD MORE GAS STATIONS IN MANHATTAN!

Once we got back to the base, I hitched a ride from my partner Ryan, but since he just moved here from New Mexico, I didn't want to get him lost so I just hopped out on Union Turnpike by the Cross Island Parkway, so he wouldn't have to go out of his way.

Just as he drove off I realized I had left my phone in his car. Once again, in a very relaxed way I proceeded to kick the shit out of a nearby garbage can and walk towards a strip of stores about a mile down the turnpike.

I called my sister and she picked me up. I love her. We went for sushi before going home.

I was supposed to call Mel back. I didn't cuz I was stuck searching for gas. I'd have called her back once I was home, but the phone is in Ryan's car.

I was supposed to call Cindy back. I didn't cuz I misplaced my cell phone.

I was supposed to call Nikki so I could try to sell her the Bonneville tomorrow. But with no FUCKING phone I can't call ANYONE.

NOT TO MENTION THAT WITH THE INVENTION OF A SIM CARD, I DON'T EVEN KNOW ANYONE'S PHONE NUMBER ANYMORE!! ARRRGGH.

Tomorrow I'll hear it from all of them because I didn't call.

I feel disconnected from the world without a phone or car. Technology will be the end of us all.

It's 3:14 AM now. I'm extremely tired.

I think I'm going to have some of that vodka Sal gave me for my birthday.

It's been a tough day.

However, my good day streak was pretty good. It had been an extremely long time since I had a bad day. And this wasn't really that bad. Just annoying.

Doc Out.

Today was an pretty good day off.

I woke up late and then me and my cousin went to go meet up with Cindy. René called as I was on my way, so I picked him up at the Queens Supreme Court and we went to eat at the Tower Diner.

Afterwards I finally picked up my shield from the EMS store, and then we dropped René off so he could go do some more jobs in the Bronx.

Cindy and I went to go get Mo from her crib and then we chilled at Cindy's for a while to figure out what we were gonna do. We went to Uncle Louie G's for some Italians Ices. I got these two flavors called FDNY Cherry and NYPD Blue. LOL. Cindy just got NYPD Blue.

Finally we decided to hang, so we went to pick up Salty and Soto from the base, and headed off to this bar a block from the base.

It was fun, the place has car parts a hanging on the walls, and the seats to teh booths are actual car seats. The prices were great.

We got to talking with one of the bartenders and she told us they are looking for DJ's, so me, Salty and Cindy might be getting back into this DJ thing.

All in all a good night. Tomorrow it's back to work.

I had my frist trauma call last week and I've been meaning to post the story up, so I'll post it tomorrow.

By the way, Zam Zam, the name of the place we went to tonight is The Rec Room.

Doc Out.

I just finished watching this funny ass cartoon that my cousin showed me.

For those of you that can understand spanish, you gotta watch this shit. Click on 4 Extraños En D.c. on the left in my links section.

Be advised that it contains a lot of Colombian slang and stuff so you may not catch of all it. I know I didn't but I still laughed my balls off.

And yes, I will post about my life too. In know it's been almost two weeks. I'll post an entry tomorrow.

Peace. Doc Out.

So right now I should be heading out to the city to meet up with Mel and Monica. We were supposed to go to Club Exit for the PR Day Parade After-Party. However, that didn't work out for me because I had to pay my car insurance, and two credit card bills which did not leave me enough money to party with her tonight.

I'm really upset because she really wanted me to go, and for the past couple of weeks we keep planning to go out and dance, but it never works out for some reason. Not to mention Daddy Yankee, Sean Paul & Wisin y Yandel are gonna be performing tonight.

Sigh.

The past few days have been alright. My cousin Ivan came in from Colombia on Tuesday morning and I've been taking him around to chill and stuff pretty much every night. Cindy came along and we showed him around Times Square, South Street Seaport, Coney Island, and our secret pier in Greenpoint. His half-brother Joel has been chillin with us too.

Friday was a really long day for me and I ended up doing nothing for the first Friday in a long time. One of my supervisors asked me if I could come in early to cover someone's shift. So I did. I woke up at 4:30 and got to work at 6:00 AM. I should have been off at 2:30 PM but someone how I didn't get 10-2'd until 9 freakin' thirty. I mean the over time was great but damn was that a long tour. I clocked out around 10:15 or so.

I got home and knocked out within two minutes of stepping into my room.

The next morning i was late to work but Javier didn't seem to mind too much. The tour went well. I met up with Nikki afterwards and we ended up going to Last Call with Cindy, Dre, Ivan, and Joel. We stuck with Tequila for a while and just chilled. It was the weekend bartender's birthday so there was a small party going on.

Sal showed up around 2:45 in the morning with his girlfriend Geeta and her gorgeous cousin Cita (or Seeta? Yeah... probably Seeta) who I've had the hots for since the very first day I met her at Greenfield's a couple months ago. Her other cousins Mala and Camila were there too.

I was telling Nikki about how I've been into West Indians since back in High School and she was just like, "Do your thing." I'm too lazy to type the whole thing right now... but to keep it simple there was some flirting and lots of eye contact and I think I may have a chance.

When we left the bar, none of her cosuins said goodbye except Seeta who came over and gave me an interesting look which I didn't know what to really make of, followed by a big kiss on the cheek and a whispered, "See you soon."

Once outside as we drove up Utopia to drop off Joel, Sal pulled alongside and started flinging hard candies at my car. He was playing around of course, but I couldn't let it go so I threw back whatever I could find and then of of Sal's candies knocked Nikki in her face and she flipped. She grabbed an empty bottle of Smirnoff Ice and chucked it at his car.

We took off for fear of retribution, blowing about three red lights and fishtailing around the median to to escape. I called Sal once I was free to apologize, when to my surprise Seeta answered. I stayed on the phone a bit, some more flirting from her and an open invitation to chill soon. I also asked if Sal was pissed about the bottle and was relieved to find out he thought it was hilarious.

All in all an interesting night. But interesting nights have a way of always leading into a boring day the next day. I'm so bored I've considered calling AMR to ask if they need anyone to come in. LOL.

OK. That's it for now. I need to get out and do something.

Doc Out.