-illegal fireworks-
-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 corner of their eyes they saw something.
It looked like someone was coming from the back factory road, towards the station. They swore they had saw the red outer casing light from a flashlight.
Then it faded away.
They both looked down the road.
Nothing there.
"You wanna walk down there with me with a flash light?" one asked another.
"Nope", the other responded.
"I'm grabbing my smokes, you want anything?" The first said, heading into the office.
"Gimme a coffee and my pack by the desk."
-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 corner of their eyes they saw something.
It looked like someone was coming from the back factory road, towards the station. They swore they had saw the red outer casing light from a flashlight.
Then it faded away.
They both looked down the road.
Nothing there.
"You wanna walk down there with me with a flash light?" one asked another.
"Nope", the other responded.
"I'm grabbing my smokes, you want anything?" The first said, heading into the office.
"Gimme a coffee and my pack by the desk."
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 corner of their eyes they saw something.
It looked like someone was coming from the back factory road, towards the station. They swore they had saw the red outer casing light from a flashlight.
Then it faded away.
They both looked down the road.
Nothing there.
"You wanna walk down there with me with a flash light?" one asked another.
"Nope", the other responded.
"I'm grabbing my smokes, you want anything?" The first said, heading into the office.
"Gimme a coffee and my pack by the desk."
-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 corner of their eyes they saw something.
It looked like someone was coming from the back factory road, towards the station. They swore they had saw the red outer casing light from a flashlight.
Then it faded away.
They both looked down the road.
Nothing there.
"You wanna walk down there with me with a flash light?" one asked another.
"Nope", the other responded.
"I'm grabbing my smokes, you want anything?" The first said, heading into the office.
"Gimme a coffee and my pack by the desk."
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