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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.
Started
2012-01-09 13:40:50
Finished
2013-07-30 00:20:30

3 Comments

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    foldmeonce Jul 30 2013 @ 00:33

    I like that ending. It sounds hopeful. ;)
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    lucielucie Jul 30 2013 @ 02:12

    Good story!
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    JonB Jul 30 2013 @ 04:16

    Starts off in farce and then resolves itself in poetry. How on earth did we manage that?

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