Published on Thursday, March 8, 2012 by Katherine
It was initially supposed to be a four-dollar fix. Or it would have been for anyone else in this world. But this is me. Remember… Shoot Me Now?
This is how it went down:
“Katherine, your left headlight is broken.”
I go to the auto supply store during lunch. I tell the gentleman my make and model. He provides me with a new headlight....