blinded_by_the_light tender_square i can't listen to manfred mann without thinking about my younger sister. the guitar climbs into the stratosphere and i hear her singing and see her dancing to the chorus, inspired by her love of blow (the johnny depp film and the drug). in my dreams, i was angry at her and attempted to publicly shame her in front of family members. i woke up after my scathing take-down and didn't feel any better. maybe because it relates to real life: in the weeks following the fiat fiasco with mom, my sister drove a brand-new silver hyundai to my parents place to either show off her new ride or throw it in their face that she didn't need to use them anymore. mom wasn't home at the time. dad couldn't say how my sister had gotten the car; she has three-thousand dollars in outstanding parking tickets from a decade ago she refuses to pay on "principle." the province will not give her ownership of any vehicle until it's taken care of. she's making good money now but doesn't have any savings to fall back on. and i worry that she's fallen victim to some predatory loan shark. in the dream, she had borrowed money from our grandmother and was refusing to pay it back; my sister had gotten what she wanted and wasn't afraid of screwing over others in the process. she nearly did that to my parents, insisting they give the fiat back to her with no strings attached, even though they're not in a position to be financially providing for her anymore. saturday night, i drove past my sister's ex-boyfriend's house to see if they had in fact remained exes this time. her silver sedan was not glimmering beneath the streetlamp outside his place. 230313 what's it to you? who go blather from