yep.

i started up as a mechanic when i knew my head couldn't solve the right questions. I became a filosopher when it ocurred to me that THEY did not ASK the right questions. I returned to being a mechanic when i stopped caring.
Careless, ask more, and please drop your fucking car in my garage.

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Mónica Pavón Mardones said…
No tengo un auto... Arreglas bicis?
4:31 PM
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