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Tales from the 'hood - part vii. Halloween Story.
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Oct 31 05:32 UTC 2000 |
Just when you've lived in this town long enough and you think you've
seen or heard just about everything...Anyways, it was street cleaning
day and I got up bright and early to move the car. My ride is a 1985
black lincoln towncar with red cloth interior, a big old land boat - in
chicagoland parlance it has a 'five body trunk'. Its not a pimpmobile
(on account of the color) but more of mobmobile - mob guys liked the
lincoln over the caddy if the truth be known for a number of reasons
including the larger size.
Now in order to get into the driver's seat you have to open the driver's
side rear door and reach over the seat to open the front door (some
idiot tried to jimmy the lock with a slimjim and not knowing what they
were doing 'tossed the rail' of the mechanism and then busted the handle
to boot). I get in and notice that it looks like somebody has ransacked
the car again - the glove compartment is open and 'books on tape' are
all over the floor. Anyways I adjust the tilt-steering wheel and start
the car. From the back seat I hear a startled "Whoa!" as the dude in
the back seat awoke from a sound sleep. "Get the F*ck out of my car!"
yells I. "But I thought it was abandoned", explains he groggily. "It
ain't so get the f*ck out of my car right now!" even more loudly me
proclaims. He grabs his backpack and exits rather hastily.
Now granted, the passenger side doors were dinged in a 'hit and run'
while it was parked a couple years ago, repaired by a couple mexican
bondo bandits in a parking lot this summer, sombody else had earlier
objected to it and pulled the power antenna out and then somewhat later
bent the replacment mast into a sorta 'u' shape, and it had been
sitting for a few days so had a covering of leaves - which is why the
streets were being swept, but *abandoned*!?! (This the car that me
mother-in-law was the first owner of, and her husband bought it in 1985
when somebody had commented "Oh, the cleaning lady is here" on seeing
her car prior to this one parked in the driveway instead of the
garage...they still have the original amana radarrange... and the
lincoln still passes the new LA style emission tests - only has 160
thousand miles on it.) Abandoned, not yet...
Someone commented on hearing the story, "Weren't you frightened, he
might have taken your keys and driven off." Heh, until that moment the
thought never even entered me mind. He should be frightened of me (that
early and me without my first cuppa) and judging from the speed he took
off down the block and without the courtesy of closing the door behind
him... (Old habits dead, I never noticed the dude in the back seat...an
old gunny name of Hartpenz rolls over in his grave and shakes his
head...)
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bdh3
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Oct 31 11:31 UTC 2000 |
His first name is 'shawn' or something like that. Trust me old friend
the arab at the bodega to know all the local street people. The
'backpack guy' he apparently knows. For the next week or so I'm gonna
have to remember to carry. Me oak or hickory axe handle. That and look
in the back seat. (how could I have been so lazy and stupid? Easy. I
was lazy and stupid.) Hmm, maybe I'll promise him 20 bucks to take out
Daryl Turner, maybe I won't as to post such,... would be 'conspiracy' if
one could prove that I am me that posted it...
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