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| [May 3] I don't particularly consider this page complete, but nevertheless I like how it turned out for the internet. I did have to scrap an close range impact sketch with the bridge in order to keep the page as one page. Really, I wanted to stretch the crash sequence to two pages for drama, but I'm getting the gist that others have noted about my pacing of the story.
I'm working on my work schedule so that I can have some time for the hobby. Hopefully, I'll have more time for updates. | |
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| [May 3] Pacing of the story? Oh, okay. Well, anyway, while we're on the subject of pacing, here's a tip for everyone who's got that moving sale itch: don't have the sale in April, don't wait until the last minute to get the permit, and target Saturday and Sunday :forget Friday. You see, I'm figurin' that just maybe I'll wait until after everyone gets their tax refund, then making sure I've got the permit set up for Saturday and Sunday I'll be able to get free advertising from the fact that we live right across from a church, and this time... I'll put out a lot more ads. Yeah. | |
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| [Transcript] - "$600 windshield... $1500 chrome brush guard... fuckin hurricane... Id's like, "Hey, God, why doncha take a piss on eberythin I do?" Rudy is stewing while he's driving, not paying any attention at all to the road. He manages to slam into an already weakened guard rail and plung into the lake below. That poor truck... "Who put dis goddamn lake here?!!" |
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Sucker, you could have gotten that replaced for $300.
Well, at least it's opulent.
It was a baby hurricane, you poor sap. A LITTLE PUPPY HURRICANE.
$600 windshield... $1500 brush guard... $800 stereo with a subwoofer that'd shake the rear-view mirror off... my poor Hurricane... I know what you're thinkin: it's just a Festiva about 20 years gone, but that was my baby. I spent a lot of time in that sleak, metal cage of destiny. We spilled fumes from one side of this greasy city to the other, just me and my Hurricane. And now... it's... I'll never forget that night. It was Autumn... no wait, no it was September --there is no Autumn in this place. Okay, so there I was on the corner waiting for the light when all of a sudden this fat guy comes crashing down from the 40th floor. He was like a giant boulder of flab, a monolithic ball of snot, a rippling crashing sweaty wave of terror from above, and sure, I coulda shrugged that off, but my poor... *sob* CURSE THE SKY GOD!!!!
