Part 3|| Snuffalupugus, Planetary Parades, & A Truck Baby

When Stars Collide

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• Part 1|| Stardust|| When You Remember Your Celestial Origins

• Part 2|| Stardust|| When Stars Collide

Planetary Parades, Snuffalapagus & A Truck Baby

Somehow, the sexy, interesting woman from Bumble — me — came to Snuffy’s mind soon after he sold his Harley. He called me. I say this because we’ve only spoken four times on the telephone in total. He told me his credit was terrible, and he had no one to co-sign for a car. Perhaps it was a prompt.

Regardless, I am the one who offered. I didn’t understand why, but I was hell-bent on giving this man a leg up even though the circumstances of my own life could not afford this financially, let alone the unexpected emotional turmoil that would follow.

I took an Uber from South Beach to a car lot an hour away with a zip code that contained 333. According to the loan contract, which I only read after the fact, we met on June 2nd, 2024. When I laid my eyes on him, Snuffy was standing alone with a kaki backpack at his feet, looking down at the ground.

We hugged, and when we did, time seemed to stand still. It’s hard to explain. It got very quiet, and it was…