Call this the point of Stall speed here at HCC

Well outside it's snowing and who ain't towing? Me. After several months of scratching every dime, and penny, I could, going to the church for help on my domestic rent which I might have to do again, since the car caught me off guard, and killed me financially, for the month, but there is a heavy anvil hanging overhead , that says HCC as far as Evanston Wyoming just might be dead, or is seriously injured. I've not given up, but I might not have a choice,. The Landlord of the shop is saying pay up or split. So on the 19th got an appointment with Perkins Automotive to go over the car and fix it, then its over to Chads to get the leaks stopped, after which, unless something seriously jumps here, its take rides to Twin Falls or that area, put em into storage, drive the car back, rent U-Haul haul my stuff and car back to Twin, live in a motel for a short period until I find a good home, then , I might get back into snagging and dragging , where I can at least make some money. Radio gig can live there as well as the model shit, hell we got more applicants there that really did something than we have here. I have no love lost on Evansgone Wyoming, but I have a few cards yet to play before I throw down the hand I been dealt here.
Okay then. 
Some times we say things either in a joking or comedy way that intentional or not can hurt someone, or cause a bit of feelings to bubble under ones skin. 
Now I will admit, my rides are not the sweetest nor the best done rides in the land. I realize that . I'm not stupid. After all the last time I had all the supplies and a real honest paint booth and all to do a custom paint job on anything, was just after Mom passed away in 1983. The one we had in Hazzard, at the real Hazzard County Garage, was for its time state of the art.  From the fully illuminated walls and ceiling to the Devilbiss paint guns, to a place to sandblast to metal, prime, sand, then wet sand then sand again, then paint. The paint job Jimmy and I put on LexiBelle just before Jimmy split for Fresno, was a mix of just about every dark color in the shop. Which gave my girl, the deep purple/blue/black coloring she got. Add to that the color was LexiBelle's own color, and could not be duplicated. Thing is I had every intention of having LexiBelle, fully restored and operational by now which is why I rented the dang shop in the first place. Simply and if I've said it once I'll say it again, no LexiBelle, there's not much of a reason of me renting and running a custom shop. Or a shop of any kind. This too I've said all too many times, I came here to this frigid place to do one thing, find a place to house the radio station of the club's. Build the inside of the Radio station for the club. Find someone to manage the radio station for the club, then get my butt outta here. I should have been adios in September.  But getting my rides called clown trucks, clown car and so on, while I know my partner is kidding, hurts. I did what I could with what I had the best way I knew. Add to that I haven't heard ANYONE come up to me and say , "Hey I know how to do that, let me help you do that paint job or what have you." Nobody, yet all can criticize. Just like Uncle Jessie used to say as we fished Hazzard Creek just below my families farm there, don't bitch elect to fix. Don't tell someone something of theirs sucks, unless your willing to step up and help that person rectify the condition. So to end this and try to catch a few zz's. While I'm stuck here, until June, I'll bust my ass to help save and run the shop such as it is, that is if we don't get evicted first. Finish up the radio werx here if I can, then come June this high octane canine is taking my Wolf-Pack outta here and going home.
See yall this evening.