What happens when you put your mind to something? Depends on what your mind is capable of thinking. Today was my day. I owned the town tonight. Systematically everything I cared about had been destroyed, sometimes behind my back and sometimes right in front of me.
             My car had been vandalized Monday- smashed my mirrors and scraped the paint. Tuesday, I had nearly been hit in the parking lot. Wednesday someone worked over my dog. My girlfriend had broke it off Thursday citing the fact that she didn't like the way I dressed and I used words such as "muddin' " and "deers". I don't remember ever using such vocabulary, but what she said became law – I didn't question it. Friday while walking to the vet to get my dog some medication, I got jumped. Some punk stole my dogs tranquilizers. So I bought another bottle and caught a cab.
             On my way home, I stopped at the insurance office to collect the cash to repair my car with. They told me it was a total loss. I guess a little damage does a lot to something with very little residual value- such as an '89 Ford Festiva. The check was for $435. Not even a month's rent. So I did the only thing left. I tapped into the large slush fund I had accumulated from turning in local criminals. My last had been convicted of computer crime, fraud, and misuse of information. Knowledge is always a better investment than stocks.
             Sitting in a poorly decorated office of Brentmeyer Chevrolet, I twiddled with Brad's business cards. I constructed a small house out of them before he came in to shake my hand.
             "What can I do for you, sir?" He asked.
             "I'm interested in a new truck." As if I was there for anything else. They didn't sell hamburgers, even though I could have really used one after the wait.
             "Any specific kind?" He flipped through an inventory packet.
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