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cont'd After four or five years or so, the young man came into the shop in September once, to the shop guys surprise. This time bringing a truck load of Carving Pumpkins for Halloween. They were perfect, heavy, huge and wonderful sized. The guys again sat down, worked out a plan for the sale of the goods, and quickly signed a new contract. Hauled the gords out of the truck, sold them that fall, and made good money. A couple years later... he didn't come back late that may. They called him, they tried letters. Worried the kids wouldn't be able to get fireworks that year, and some of their best customers off to work, and college that fall, the men went to Atlanta to try to find the young man at the address given. They saw the red car. They knocked on the door. No one answered. They knocked again... no reply. They found a small piece of paper in their truck and walked up to the door, to put it on the pushpin that sat by the door knocker. Just th

cont'd They asked the young man how they could obtain such wonderful devices, and how money could be made. The young man and shop guys went over the details over coffees. The young man explaining how the profits were made, and how much they could make if they did things in the right ways and at what times. With May nearly over (change late 1978 to may 1978), the promise of fireworks for sale made the two very happy. The young man, after signing a contract with the two, walked off, jerry can in hand, headed towards his car, down the abandoned roads, with a jog in his step he waved and smiled in the fading light of the shop. Pepsi Sign still blinking, his flashlight, now fully lit, moving swift into the night. Only a few minutes had passed when a car approached, it was bright red and beautiful. The tires looked brand new. The windows were dark. The young man got out of the car, opened the back door and walked towards the shop after grabbing their jerry can, and

illegal fireworks cont'd The gentleman returned with a steaming cup of black coffee and a pack of marlboros. Sat across from his friend, grabbed an ashtray and lit up. They heard footsteps, quick ones, jogging almost. At the far end of the northern entrance to the parking lot, which had not been used in so long there were weeds and trash as well as debris were scattered. Some of the surrounding houses had been boarded up due to the need of families packing up and leaving that used to work for the station, and surrounding enterprises. The appearance of someone coming from that area made them quite awake. The flashlight's red front piece rim and headlight were fading quite fast, and blinking out, just like the Pepsi Cola sign. They also saw in the person's other hand, a red jerry can for gas, and a briefcase. The person came up to the porch, upon noticing the closed sign, looked down and shook his head. "You open in the morning, then, what time?&quo

part 3 contd- They told him that it was closed up, no bucks.  They could trade out the jerry can at twice the price, though, and they had batteries for the flashlight. The traveler agreed and paid in cash for the jerry can of gas, a couple D batteries for the flash light, a pack of smokes from the left over stock and if they had one, a beer. The order was complete, the gentleman smacked on a cig and lit it on the porch as one of the shop guys went to a locked room to fetch the gas. While the traveler cracked open his beer, the car guy coming out side asked him, where did you come from and what the heck are you doing here?  Nobody's out here, at all, man."  The shop guy said.  "I saw the lights on, the gas gauge is screwy on my car, it's a clunker, a real piece of work, you could say, as it died i saw an access lane back here and tried to get here before you closed up, but...  i'm so so sorry." The young man said, sheepishly, while snuffing his cigarett

-illegal fireworks- in late 1978 about 18 miles + on the south of atlanta GA, there was an auto shop in the middle of nowhere. the auto shop closed up and due to financial struggle the former mechanics that still lived on site still decided to try to get money together to try to open the shop again. The did everything from Lemonade stand sales yard sales sales to selling grass to the local kids at night after the days meager work was done. After counting up the days' change, sipping on a Colt 45 in the sunset on the porch of the service station, with Pepsi-Cola neon sign blinking out on the PEP and LA at the end on occasion.  Bugs zapped by a zapper in the distance.  The metal screen door to the office with slightly worn springs clacked against the wood frame. Another night. The small PHILCO AM / FM radio's reception was good once in a while, allowing rock and roll and mowtown to slide into the night air.  They talked about cars, TV, sports, being broke. From the

= INTERNAL NOTE MOST STORIES START OUT ... ONCE UPON A TIME. WELL, THE TIME IS NOW. THE PLACE... IN DREAMS, IMAGINATION AND OTHER WIERD PLACES. ZYDES: -BEGINNINGS- -an abstract journey- OBJECT OF THE SUB-SIMULATION- get as much stuff as you can and live as long as you can. IS THERE A PRINCESS: Yeah, sure there’s Princesses, but they don’t need saving, at all. They have the Princess Liberation Front. Q: Is there Evil and Good?  A: What am I fighting against? I dunno, confusion, madness... here you’re just trying to run around in an arena for a while. and survive, and go froward, just like in life, I guess.   Some of my friends like to collect the shiny thingz or glowy thingz, and colorful thingz.  Some like to try to advance their entity’s Q: What is the name of the thing there that just showed up? A: if they have they are