An awful way for two senior citizen comrades to live! Stan and Donnie are down to one half of one Nutty Bar per day, each. Neither man will have to shop for food, though, for months, because they are old school. They kept a formerly Amish Dutch Fort Knox in Nutty Bars, in their cellophane twin packs, boxed right for stacking in the back of a vehicle, because they knew their days in the key duplicating trade were popping like flash cubes on Andy Warhol's SX-70 Polaroid. Wonder what happened to that chatty, kiss and tell camera? Stan and Donnie have a scrap book of pictures of a storefront, no bigger than a weenie stand, where they took turns making house keys and running the cash register. Cost 68 cents to get a duplicate for your trailer. Went to a buck ten for a car key, sometimes more,if you had, say, some retarded old truck no one makes anymore.
In come Walmart, and Stan and Donnie have to live in the van. Some rusting truck owners were screwed. Walmart doesn't specialize in old boxes of blanks that'll fit heaps and junkers. Two ex-ex key cutter operators ain't in a position no more to provide you such keys, because of what has happened to them. Being overly, perhaps insanely, sentimental, I'm going to helping the world better understand these to aging personage, alone together in a Dodge van, living on crap. It's my burden to write their saga, so look for more of it, here.
In come Walmart, and Stan and Donnie have to live in the van. Some rusting truck owners were screwed. Walmart doesn't specialize in old boxes of blanks that'll fit heaps and junkers. Two ex-ex key cutter operators ain't in a position no more to provide you such keys, because of what has happened to them. Being overly, perhaps insanely, sentimental, I'm going to helping the world better understand these to aging personage, alone together in a Dodge van, living on crap. It's my burden to write their saga, so look for more of it, here.
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