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-------------- Jul 25, 1987
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Anarchy Inc. ..presents..
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"Adventures in Reality: Don't Cruise Alone"
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fiction of Alexander of Atlantis
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Joe looked at me.
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"Is your mother home," he asked.
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"Believe it or not," I told him, "she is."
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We looked at each other.
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VRRRROOOOMMM. Picture scretching tires as we burn out of the garage in
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my mother's 280-ZX. Joe and I don't fool around. We're outa there in seconds.
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We drive around a while, I'm enjoying the views of night and the lights as
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we cruise up and down El Camino. All in all it is a pretty uneventful, though
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fun evening.
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The next evening Joe drives his grandparent's Targa. Its a family-type
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car, but its quite stylish. Before we go out he tells he has to stop at the
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bank. Leaving the keys in the car and the motor/radio running, me groovin
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in the shotgun seat, I see a man, looking just a little suspicious, walk up
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on the driver side of the car, toward Joe's open window. Joe is still in the
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bank. I reach over and place my left hand above the horn on the steering
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wheel, and my right hand right over the keys and ignition. As I expected,
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for some odd reason, the man walks right up to Joes window, and sticks a gun
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through the window with his left hand, while reaching for the door handle with
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his right. The doors, I have conveniently locked when Joe walked away, just
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out of habit, and because I like playing with the auto-buttons on the passenger
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door.
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The guy sticks his head in the window.
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"Don't move," he whispers, trying the door, and realizing its locked.
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"Lets play a little game," I tell him, actually startling him that I would
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talk back. "One of my hands is resting on the horn, and the other is resting
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on the keys in the ignition. How much you want to bet that even if you shoot
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me, I can hold my hand on this horn long enough to get attention, while my
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other one pulls the keys out, making the car a little harder to drive away
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with?" I pause. He hasn't moved yet.
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"Oh? A little worried now, eh? Common, let's PLAY." I tell him. He
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stops, looks in the area of the bank, where I assume someone is coming out,
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and then slowly puts his gun back, backing away. When he got into the shadows,
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he ran off. Just then, Joe came out.
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"What the hell is going on? Who was that," asks Joe, coming over to the
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car.
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"You wouldn't believe me if I told you," I tell him, slowly easing back
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into my seat, sweating. "I think you just saved my life."
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"Right," he says. "Sure I did." He tries the door. "Will you open up
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this damn door.." He asks, already reaching over and unlocking the door from
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the outside.
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All of a sudden I reach up and take the keys out of the ignition, accident-
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ally.
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"What the hell did you do that for?" he whines, grabbing the keys from me,
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and starting up the car again.
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"Sorry," I tell him, "I guess reality just spooks me now and again."
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"Adventures in Reality: Don't Cruise Alone" by Alexander of Atlantis
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Anarchy Inc. "Is it done yet, maw?"
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