I fought the.

[Sgt_Pepper]

So there I was, behind a steering wheel with a disoriented mindset and a set of flashing lights on my six, signaling an impending fine or worse, as well as a crushing blow to the initial summer plans, all of which require those green slips in order to come to any type of realizable fruition.

And from the carriage below the flashing module, he steps out; a real straight shooter if there ever was one. A fresh pair of aviator sunglasses perched on his nose mirrored the world back distortedly, giving my face a cramped and sullen look, no doubt what he’s looking for. I know his eyes are scanning, searching, observing, like a robot in a sci-fi flick, bells and whistles pop and fizzle in his trained brain as his glasses whip past and into my back doors, gliding over the hellacious mountain of rubble on the seats, sifting and sorting over the books, an English jacket and a newly purchased tapestry.

His head resumes his normal position with an audible click, the grinding gears in the neck swivel together a little quieter; newly greased cogs, a mandatory requirement. Even with the pair of mirrors on his head, it’s easy to imagine the quick pondering and puzzle piece picking going on in his head. Books? He’s a student. Ornate psychedelic tapestry? Well, not hard to compute.

I roll my window down, my head swimming with new ideas, with fragments of speech and all that jazz. He approaches.

I begin the conversation, casually.

“Hi there sir�

It’s formal, too formal. I can picture the flesh under his eyes crinkling and wrinkling.

“A problem?�

“I don’t know if I’d call it a problem�

What the hell does that mean? What’s he doing? Playing with his prey?
I notice something in his hand, something tucked behind his back. A gun? He’s going to pop my brains out the passenger side window. For what.

Or at least he’ll put a nicely sized hole in my wallet. Instincively my hand brushes the seat of my pants, where I stow that precious cargo.

No bulge, no bump in the denim pockets, the piece is gone. Nothing there but a grimy gas station recipt left forgotten.

Intitial panic. He’ll haul me downtown. I’ll rot, I’ll burn, I’ll…..

“I was in the parking lot behind you and I saw you drop this before you got in your vehicle.�
Momentarily perplexed, I watch his hand rise, producing the cracked leather pad of my wallet.

“Got to be more careful there buddy�

“Christ, thanks a ton. I’d have never found it.�

Then, glancing at a particular CD on the dash, he proceeds to say “Woah, a Ween fan. Don’t see too many of those around. I saw them three times last tour�

Wallet back in hand, he shot the shit for ten minutes with me on the side of the road.

There’s a lesson here somewhere maybe probably kind of I think but I could be wrong you know if I’m not right that is, strictly saying you see.
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Glockenspiel.. Look it up.

[Sgt_Pepper]

I remember this.
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Glockenspiel.. Look it up.

[Sir DarkMagic]

This is a Classic..
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[De Mask]

I've always like your writing, it's pretty cool how you take the time to share these all the time, whether you expect replies or not.

Do you know how much they've done for the new album so far? Last I heard they started recording right after La Cucaracha.
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[Sgt_Pepper]

[De Mask]

Haven't seen him recently, but he didn't seem to be looking too good last time I saw him.

Well at least we know something's coming eventually.
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