Jimmy the mechanic knocked at my door. I always know it’s him because he’s a bit short, so all I can see through the window is the small bump of his ponytail. When I opened, he was holding the gear shift of a car, attached to what looked like a long black rubber hose. Jimmy had been trying to fix his own vehicle for a solid month. He scrimped and pinched until he got enough for a junkyard... Read more