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I was racketing around in an old red Datsun, its front end sounding like a death rattle, when suddenly, the noise stopped. Along with the engine. Returning home from downtown Houston, from my grueling job as a sales assistant for a tyrannical female stockbroker, it was one of those oppressively hot afternoons I’d never gotten used to as a transplanted New Yorker. Cars honked aggressively behind me as I tried to think in the unbearable heat. I had stalled out on a main thoroughfare, one that... Sign in to see full entry.