Julia Keys's Questionnaire

I live in Seattle. I live there because it's where the rest of my folks live, and I don't plan on running away from them any time soon. Plus, it's a great place to get good at driving. If you can make a name for yourself as a get away driver in fucking Seattle? You can be a get away driver anywhere. My own place is a small one bedroom apartment in the city, not too far off of Pike Place. It's got a decent view of across the street and traffic is shit, but there's half decent public transit. Which is a whole lot better than what most of North America has to deal with.

Two ways, first is my day job at a garage. I love the work, my boss is nice, and it's great practice. Problem is it doesn't pay very well, as in I don't have any savings. The bigger corps won't hire me because I don't have a degree, so I work with a local shop. So I do what anyone else would do, crime. Did some temp work for a gang, they needed a driver and I needed money. Got the job done so well they bragged about me. One thing led to another and I am now a minor name in the criminal underground of America. Folks will seek me out if they need a driver for anything. It isn't very reliable money, but it helps me actually build up some funds for a rainy day.

I really like cars. They're beautiful marvels of engineering and human ingenuity, but holy shit they should not be our primary method of transportation. There are at least five different forms of transportation which would be better for the human race as a whole that I can list off the top of my head, first and foremost being trains. I want to end the worlds reliance on cars, make it so everybody has got some alternative form of transport. Ideally it would be public transportation, maybe even a nice transcontinental railway system. That's the dream at least, but, hell, I'll settle for fucking horses at this point. I don't know if I'm willing to die for this, but I am willing to kill for it. I think that makes me a hypocrite, though.

First time I ever saw a NASCAR race. I've never had the chance to actually go to one, but I remember watching it on the TV for the first time. Seeing all those machines being pushed to their absolute limit was something else, but what always stuck out to me the most was the pit crews. They moved so fluidly, so in sync. The drivers were cool, but I knew the second I saw a crew switch out every tire on a car in less than 20 seconds I had to do something like that. To be so familiar and knowledgeable about the inner workings of a car that I could make one in my sleep. If I never saw that race, I don't think I would be the woman I am today.

Julio, my boss. He's really sweet, and makes sure we all get our pay checks on time. I've never had a boss that I actually enjoyed being around, but Julio just kinda, brightens up every room he's in? I don't know how one person can be so cheery while running a business that is barely clinging to life, but he manages.

My neighbor Penelope. We both live under the same shitty landlord, so it was in our best interest to get to know each other. She's pretty quiet, so I had to make the first move to get to know her. Poor girl nearly had a heart attack the first time I tried talking to her, but we over came that bit of social awkwardness pretty quickly. We hang out at least once a week to chat about nothing in particular, she's real nice to be around.

Jackson is the barista at one of my five local starbucks'. But more importantly he plays bass for a local punk band that I really like. First time I recognized him after one of his shows was a bit of a shock, you don't normally run into musicians you're a fan of behind the counter taking your coffee order. We talk every once and awhile, mainly about music. He's pretty cool.