me and billy went to lunch. then we were sitting in his car and for some reason we didn’t just leave right?
so there’s this dude standing next to an open backdoor of a prius right outside of this antique shop. This gal comes out and jumps in the front street
then this creepy character in a dashiki comes out and is quickly secured into the backseat. The guy holding the door runs to the drivers seat, jumps in, and they haul off.
Billy’s freaking out like, “what the fuck just happened? Who was that”
“Michael Jackson,” I say and I just know it’s true.
so I run in and ask the guy who owns the shop. After much argument, he tells me, “Michael Jackson.”
Billy and I revel in our luck.
