Car lots and used car lots as business models

Car lots and used car lots as business models had been beaten to death. I found an empty field and opened a potential car lot. I was offering irresistible deals on 2018 Buicks and

a new Keurig coffee machines. Unfortunately my car lot sat atop a demolished Indian Casino that had sat atop an Indian burial ground. The haunted car lot made making the quota

cups of coffee nearly impossible. The Keurig became possessed and started pouring scalding hot water across the counter of the drive-thru. The last employee I was able to hire

was only a spectre, and yet kept demanding raises knowing no one else wanted to work at Creepy Drive Thru. How could I have known that my themed coffee/covenience really was haunte

d. Sure a spectre is somewhat of a giveaway I suppose but how was I supposed to recognize a spectre what do they look like?

This was a question that I had pondered many times, both with, and without appropriate punctuation,. Experimentally, I took a sheet off the bed, flung it over me and said "woooo",

and you know what? I was OK. I tried something more daring: I wrote a letter with a run-on sentence & that was OK too. Pretty soon I was ignoring all grammar and punctuation rules

which was OK for a while but as I got accustomed to it my letters grew indecipherable since my punctuation was nonexistent and my grammar and even my speling went down the

tubes and i went down down down into a stream of consciousness that was more like a sluggish canal where swans swim among junk & weed and the fish go down down down into the depths

. After intense introspection, I hit the silt bottom. Among the forgotten dreams and half-finished ideas, I found my childhood. I polished it and swam up. Light.