My car radio crapped out. I thought it was the amp so I bought an amp from Parts Express. Once I started trouble shooting the amp I realized that not only were the rear channels blown but the rear signal wasn't working making me look toward the head unit which means taking the radio out of the dash to check the connections. That's a Youtube problem. God, I don't want to take my dash apart. The car is is small, I'm big, it's hot and my pussy hurts. F^%&, I don't want to do this. What's it they say? Wha, wha , wha or waa, waa, waa ... yeah, whatever. F^%&.
More f^%&. F^%&. A few sh!ts too.
I'd probably feel better about this if I could still smoke weed. You know, a few puffs. Watch a video. A few more puffs and a trip to the boat house to work on the car (that's what we call the out building I use as a shop) ... maybe another puff or two and then dashboard disassembly. But just going out there with a clear head? Who would do that? That's obscene!
