You’re in the 80s watching a movie on the big screen on a hill a bit far from your city. You’re chilling in your brand new Hammer. Suddenly, you hear a tap on your carcass. A familiar figure, your best friend has parked next to you and a bunch of your homies are saluting you from inside the car. He offers you a fresh cola and says: …
“My man… sweet ride! How long were you gonna keep this baby hidden from us? Also, what’s that you’re watching? You mind if we join?” You grab the cold soda. You grin at the sight of the admirative faces squashed against the back windows of your friend’s car. You answer:
« I stole it. » Everyone’s surprised. How could it be? Who did you steal it from? When? They ask a hundred questions. But the story is too dark for you to tell. So you just say « You’ll find out one day. Let’s focus on the movie. »
The group of friends are unsettled. Him? A thief? They thought they knew him so well… Silence crept in. However, the movie was quite good. As it played, they started getting immersed and slowly forgot about their worries. After a tense action scene, everyone clapped merrily. Suddenly, a thunderous yell broke through the cool night air: “That’s my car!!” Everyone’s head turned.
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