melba toast

benny was always too proud of that olds. when he had to give it up, that pretty much wrecked him. he really had nothing by the time we got to him. all that was left were the wheels and his crazy old lady. so you couldn't blame him for loving the car; it was a classic ride. hulking four barrel, four speed, dual exhaust, 455 cubic. like a big fucking orange gorilla. we busted him up bad before he agreed to let us take it off his hands. we even had to look at his girl a bit.

of course it would have been better for everyone if he'd just cried himself to sleep after that. lesson learned and all. don't cross the cooperative. but not benny. puckish little fellow.