Tuesday, March 05, 2013

Locks

Struggle. Struggle. Struggle — and, there we go.

Alright, alright. We're in.

Unlocked that door, noooo problem.

 Oh, Pontiac Grand AM, you easy, easy bitch.

 Good god, this car is a mess. What the fuck? Why? Why, girl? You eatin' Chex Mix in here. That's a mess, a mess in the making.

Oh, dang, they're all smashed up all up in your dashboard. Girl. You dirty mess.

What?

What are those? Gees, come on.

 Leaves? You got leaves up in your car?

Please. What the hell, girl? Come on, now. Between the peddle and the behind the peddle? Really? How can you push on the gas, girl? You've got hella strong legs. Smashing those leaves, making them all little. Girl.

Let's see...Whatcha got in this car? Chex Mix, god there's so much of it. Three bags? Get more food groups, geez.

Arm rest. Opens up easily. No brute ass force necessary.

Ok. Holy water — well, so much for that working. Dumb.

Alright, what else we got?

A cord. A long ass cord. Why's this cord so long? Where's it going to?

Follow, follow, follow the wire...and it just goes to nothing. It's a broken cord. Great. There is nothing in this bad girl.

Ah, glove compartment, how could I forget?

Open that shit up.

Cool cool. No lock. Smart chick, is what we got here. Knows if these doors just flick open, why bother locking anything else. Why bother locking them doors at all, huh? Anyone can get in those doors if they want to enough. Can't keep nothin' locked up. Nope. Not from me. You really can't.

Nothing's really yours at all.

You try to protect yourself, no dice.

 What we got in this glove box. Some hangy dice? Why aren't these hangin' on this mirror, girl? Huh? Let's hang these. Woop woop.

Alright. Lean back. Nice seats. Not leather, but soft. What is this, micro suede? This not micro suede.

Feel like I'm on a futon. Could just go to sleep here. Maybe I'll go to sleep here. Can't take nothing of value, might as well take some nap.

Just close these eyes of mine.

Pass some time.

Pass.
Time.
Pass.
Time.
Pass.
Time.

Alright, this is weird. Get out of here. Close these doors. Start to walk away.  Oh, can't leave without taking at least something. Search that back seat real quick.

Three  bags of Chex Mix? She won't miss one. Take the cheddar.

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