SUSPICION - 9/21/07

 

For some reason when 9:23 PM arrives I find myself in the car driving around aimlessly looking for something.  An answer that will never come.   I drove through the industrial wastelands of Southern California.  How can he afford the gas?  I can't, but it's cheaper than therapy (and a lot more relaxing).  

 

An old diesel Cadillac was hidden in the corner of the building that I purchased.  I paid the DMV fees that weren't paid in eighteen years, filled the tank with diesel fuel and drove around the wastelands looking for accidents.

 

I came across a wrecked car with the number 23.  I wrote the address down so I could find it during the day.  After a couple of hours I was lost (no navigational device in the 30 year old car).   I came across an odd site.  A smashed up car driving around in circles running into things in an empty lot.  In the distance a wrecked car stood still at the side of the road.

 

I taped the proceedings when the driver of the car spotted me.  He tightly held a weapon in his hands.  I had no interest to see what it was.  I put the car in reverse and drove off as fast as I could.