worked a fast food resturant in his life). This car
was a really beat up 1970's muscle car, missing
all of it's windows, and covered with patchy
primer. He'd parked it on the side of a hill in
Santa Clara, CA, behind some bushes so it
wasn't visable from the road, and had taken off
on foot to walk eight blocks to McDonalds.
I was very hungry, and had to go pee, so I stopped
at a deli that was on the other side of the hill for
a cheese sandwitch w/ extra tomatoes.
When I returned, the engine of the car had been
stolen, so I had to do this weird thing with cables
and make-shift pulley that I'd tied to the car, the
guard rail on my side of the street (the hill was an
overpass, actually), and down to the end of the hill, which was suddenly a building that my company
used to have our payroll department in a few years
back, way back when I was stuck fixing these stupid VAX VMS printers at 3am that had jammed
on immense printout jobs that the payroll department was fond of running at 3am.
I was almost up to the car again, after making a giant triangle with the cables and some steel
hooks, (I had to move the car because the cops were going to find the car if it was left there for much longer), and was about to do some funky futurisic physics thing that would get the car to move for me, when a gear switched somewhere
in the car. All of the sudden it went swinging backwards do the road, all the way down to the building, and crashed through the front lobby window!
I was really freaked out, because it was lunch
hour, and I was still holding onto the cables in
broad daylight on a busy street where everyone
could see me!
So, I decided, since they could all see me, I'd
act legitimate and see what damage the car had
done to the window and try to pay for it.
When I made it to the building, there was only
a small hole in the window at eye level, about
the size of a softball, and the glass was quite heavily tinted. I walked into the lobby calmly
to find it wasn't a lobby, but a library, which happened to sell tires. The car was out in the
middle, like it was on display in an auto
showroom. The walls and floors were
immaculate auto showroom white fake stone
tile.
The librarians at the desk were dressed like
upper level corporate management, and appeared
to be working on ledgers.
The library was filled with all of these
metalheads and stoners, staring very very
intensely focused on the books in front of them.
But all of the books were about Lynrd Skynrd!
There were also these huge headshop-style
poster racks, filled with tattered, vintage
concert posters from the early 1970's. Very psychadelic.
