Double Flee A

The battle was lost, and the war is far from over concerning my car.

The dirtiest grease monkey of all time towed my car back home from the impound lot. On the way here, he got a call for another car he had to tow, so we drove up through north Minneapolis (code language for black gangsterville) to get it on the way. Talk about a pimp ride. The spinning rims, chrome grill, it was a spotless truck. The guy who had been driving it was in the back of a police car which was sitting there watching to make sure the tow truck driver didn't get his ass shot off. He was booked for narcotics, and if he had any where near the amount of drugs that this ride suggested, he won't be breathing free air for a looong time.

The music on the way up there was "Amy", as in "Amy, what you wanna do, I think I could stay with you, for a while, maybe longer if I do". It was oddly and powerfully reminiscent of the scene in boogie nights when they're about to rob their coke dealer, and the chinese guy is throwing firecrackers around, and the song playing is sister christian by night ranger. Powerful characters in a bad situation. It's a strange thing about our culture, there's always music playing. As he loaded up the pimpride to haul it off, "born in the usa" came on. The music that's playing on all those stations you never hear on purpose, but are constantly on what I call "keep America rolling" radio, that's the soundtrack to some wild shit going on somewhere, all the time. It's hard to imagine what that stuff could be, just listening to the radio, but it's happening, believe me. If you can pair a bad situation with an overplayed oldie, you too, can write a great screenplay.

posted by dale @ 5:05 PM