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the devil drives a chrysler k car.
scorpions danced on his dashboard to a tinty strain of tejano music. it was loud, really loud, and distorted. the factory stock speakers were blown long ago. several cracks in the windshield distorted incoming light causing his flesh to appear as if it was melting. the dub wheels protruded well beyond the side panels, and tripled the value of the car.
the passanger's massive head wounds were wrapped in stained and dirty strips of cloth. the unraveling cloth danced wildly outside the open window. his fully reclined seat provided easy access to a churning margarita machine that consumed what little space was left in the back seat. it pumped a cool blue slushy mixture into a tiki style glass.
he was not driving as fast as i assumed the devil would, in fact he drives only slightly faster than you. i was also surprised he did not have a toll tag, he stopped and each toll both but always had the correct change.
how do I know all this? we both were traveling south on the tollway last night.
how am I sure it was the devil? the old english style decals on the rear window spelled out "el diablo".
Posted by griff at June 22, 2002 03:11 AM