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Well if it isn't broken don't fix it . . . the situation was, indeed, broken... reading a science fiction book called The Ticket That Exploded; by William S. Burroughs ... it''s an instuction book for our protection from viral entities... but it is in code and the otherhalf is blocking it's transmission. So I took a drive . . . crack heads always overdecorate their lawns with giant inflatable Christmas decorations. . . broken dreams of blow jobs past, I focused instead on the music; electronica; that was blasting from my car stereo...there was a sudden shift, my girlfriend, Valentine, had to take overat the wheel as I fumbled with the weapons and ammunition in the back seat... Valentine drives like James Bond in the movies; which was fortunate; she had to do an E-brake U turn right in the middle of a busy street . . . broken glass and heart attacks... Unlike the movies; it is a lot harder to blast a vehicle's tire out with a gun... I did my best but hit the driver in the head, the rose colored liquid escaped in a kalidoscope effect of shattered safty glass and blood.. . the car veered into the opposite lane and let's just say things were messy. Collateral Damage is to be expected. We had to lay low for about a month after that, good thing Valentine is a blow job goddess; so the month slipped by. Who are they? you ask. The Cosmic Drug Inspection Agency. .. the CDIA...this cooporation has an interstellar range and controls most of the galaxy.... they're a bunch of reptiles, literally. (Wait for Part II) |