Chapter 6: No it has nothing to do with the theme where pain is the source of pleasure. Nor some mad psychotic bald headed pale skinned sadistic masochist who pierced hundreds of needles on his face as if its the trend of the 21st century. This is a story of a typical after-work setting when the sluggish traffic’s a whore and the sun is a bitch.

The scorching heat and the humid air makes your pores sweat. The car temperature starts to rise whilst the gas meter nearing to an E. By the time you hit the nearest stop light, the temperature reached to the highest bar. Your heart starts pounding and your cell phone life only depends on its remaining 20%.

That happened four hours ago…

I was this close (3 inches to be precise) to knock on heaven’s door – or hell (which I hope my merits are not pathetically low) I parked the car nearest to the shopping mall adjacent to few shop lots where one is-praise the lord-a workshop. I knew there was something amiss; despite the constant routine of filling in H2Os to the radiator, the meter was burning up.

Ive got a mechanic to check the radiator and apparently quote with such horror unquote; the hose that connects the radiator to the engine was separated. Worst case scenario: The engine will burst into flames and the driver – best not to describe. I’ve called up Black Harrier’s second aide, the walking GPS of the clan, the seer of all things in the firm, the walkthrough when gamers are lost, Black Mamba for some quick solution.

Thankfully, our Blackberries sync hence there wasn’t much percentage to be drained. “It’s best that you leave the car at Black Harrier’s Residence – get it repaired tomorrow – already spoken to the Black Harrier – you’re good to go” It was indeed a pleasant instruction. Hallelujah

That wasn’t the end, the mechanic advised that the car should be cooled off even though he patched up the hose since the gasket is fried. If it isn’t replaced as soon as possible, I would need a casket as a replacement for. Perhaps what he would rather replace was trough tunneling a hole in my wallet.

Therefore I gambled the situation by cooling down the engine and went for a quick bite quote my last supper unquote before bursting into flames and becoming the next Marvel superhero with the blazing skull. Tandoori Chicken – that was it – so much for a grand meal – moreover how ironic it was for the way Tandoori Chicken is prepared.

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As soon as I started the engine, I zoomed off to Black Harrier’s Residence - and that was the last time I would be manning any wheels for the night. (Yes-I took the New York Style back home.