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So those bolts I mentioned… Thanks to my woodworker buddy Charles, aka Gretchen’s boyfriend, who loaned me a breaker bar, I got three of the bolts out. The third, the floorboard was just too rusted and I couldn’t get purchase. So I hit it with a hammer and it fell right through to the pavement. It’s a little disconcerting to see your leaf springs from inside the van but that’s where we are. In my defense, sometimes you have to make it worse before you fix it. This a maxim for fixing stuff that also applies to relationships. Or maybe it doesn’t. I don’t fucking know. This the bolt and the bracket it’s still attached to. They’ll be buried together in honor of their toxic but unbreakable bond.