Amadou walked silently across the lot in the freshly fallen snow. People had said a lot of things about America, a fair bit of it shit. No one mentioned the cold. The novelty of fallen snow took a bit to wear off, but the cold cut him to the bone. He brushed the snow of the aged Ford. He thought for a moment. Turn the key, let it run and then defrost. Carl the Super said this was how to start a car in the cold months. Amadou began to enjoy the ritual of it and the fact it bought him 10 solid minutes of time to think during the day. No excuses. He had to warm up as much as the Ford did. Part of the reason he bought the car was the cassette deck. He slid the tape into the deck and leaned back and closed his eyes. Home came back to him 6 days a week at 4am.
_DJ Lionshead