This grouchy old dude, probably in his early 90s, came out and started yelling
obscenities at us. He told us that we had better clear out or he would shoot us, but when Wes said that he was looking at the car, he cooled down. He asked if it was for sale. Before the man could respond I said, "No, this car can't be for sale it must be the pride of your existence." Instead of agreeing with me, he replied that his name was George Dawson, and that the car was for sale. He wanted $700 for it but he said he would part with it for $665. Wes gave him the cash on the spot and took the car. The rattle-trap trundled down the road toward his house. I followed because I wanted to see the crap storm John Smithers, Wes's dad, was gonna make when he saw this car.
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My Buddy's Car
Mystery / ThrillerMy friend bought a 1972 Fairlady Z. I thought he bought a screaming metal death trap. Boy was I in for a shock
