I took it to the man and dunked it in his fucking face.
NOTE: this will be of special interest to BBH and Vintage Vinyl employees:
So, a Towing company that shall remain nameless for now… aw fuck it, Hartman’s Towing STL, towed all of our cars from the nearby Commerce bank lot last night. With no reason to do so and aparent disregard for any understanding the U-City businesses have had with each other these oh-so-many years, they towed countless employess cars to their lot[s] and gave basically, no explaination. We went to represent around 3 a.m. to find a drunken lot attendant sleeping in his truck. A representative from my crew woke-up and inquired of this gentleman what the fuck was going on? The po-po showed up shortly thereafter. Not wanting to intrude in a civil matter, the 5-0 turned their reds and blues off and skee-daddled. fuck! All but one of our cars were still in their custody [One of us had an extra incentive to re-aquire his.. lets say... weed.]
The following day [today] myself and a car full of accomplices, who actually WILL remain nameless went back to the lot. I was prepared to take it up the butt and pay the exobitant amount of $185 just to get my car back and forget about it. Upon surveying the lay of the lot, i realized with some sneaky, tetris-like driving, i could escape in the most shady fashion. Which i promptly DID.
My homie “M” allerted me that the attendee saw my hasty escape and was on the phone with the fuzz. After about 2.5 seconds of deliberation, I sais “fuck em” and headed on my merry way. “If these motherfuckers want to call the cops on me for stealing my own car that was unjustly towed… they can suck my dick” I was, in my own mind anyway, a fugitive.
I drove to work tonight… no raids, no spies… and after we closed my car was still where i had hidden it.
Awesome.
I agreed to drive a buddy of mine home in my car which i was sure there was an a-p-b out for. Nearing his Apt., i realized i needed gasoline. So we pull into a Shell station near his house. I Quickly realized i was at a pump directly adjacent to 2 Hartman’s Towing trucks. I was brazen enough to go in and buy a snack and listen to these two meth-head drivers talk about nascar and fucking chicks. I ran, giggling, to my car and we busted out. Suckers.
After dropping off my precious cargo, i finally headed home to be greeted with a cal from “M” saying he had just re-aquired his car from the lot and i should really call this dude TONIGHT. After several failed attempts to reach ol’ sleepyhead, i was given his private cell #. We talked for about 15 or 20 seconds before I railed him for betraying me and my coworkers and the community in general. And after some kind of heavy-handed name-dropping, i had “Mike” on the ropes. What a chump. Long-story-short, i now have free towing, lock-out, and roadside-jump assistance privleges. Tell them Scot sent you.
THE SYSTEM: 1,948,011
SCOT: 1
fuck yeh!
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My friend Scot wrote this in his myspace blog. I was highly amused.
More of his writing, music, band.
http://pleasegodnotanotherband.wordpress.com/
http://www.myspace.com/dependsonthelivers
Yes, they really are called The Livers.
