Knight of Mars (sailornash) wrote,
Knight of Mars
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Don't none of you say that I don't know how to make an entrance.

Well, I don't know if it was quite as epic as the first impression I left on my new coworkers on my first day in Lake Mary, FL, when I was doing storm work down there a few years back. But this still has to be one of my all-time most epic show-up-and-take-note entrances.

Buddy of mine was having a yard sale this morning. Wanted to know if I felt like dropping by. Reading between the lines, I took it as why don't I show up and keep him some company while he tries to sell off some of his shit. And, of course, if I want to buy something too, then all the better.

I head out, in The Truck of course. Big battle tank of a vehicle, roaring to life with it's race-modified engine. It's already kind of fun watching it from the outside, cause it sounds damn impressive even from a ways off and isn't very mistakable for much else out there. On the inside, I just bought a CD player in time for my trip to Atlanta last week, so I'm still enjoying the ability to actually listen to music as I'm cruisin' around town. And to hear it over that 454 big block, I've really got to crank it up sometimes. (Even if that means it's way too loud once the motor's just idling or I shut it off.)

Being so early in the morning, I popped in a burned CD I made of some random Anime and J-Pop songs. Needed something peppy and bouncy and energetic to get me going when I was so sluggish and lethargic so early in the morning, and Nirvana/Soundgarden woulda just slowed me down further. Felt it was worth a disc change.

Okay, so maybe I'm a little later than I expected. Not that a random visit like that needed to be scheduled, but I had lunch plans and if I didn't make it there soon I was going to have to bolt and head straightways to my next stop on the line. And, yeah, I ain't never been to this place before so I didn't so much know the exact address.

I end up skidding around this intersection, Dukes of Hazzard style. My fault for trying to drive fast enough to get where I'm going while still looking around at every house and every driveway trying to find where I'm going. The big engine roars, the tank powerslides around the corner. The house I need is actually three houses away and I can see it from there. I'm still in control of my vehicle, but I see that my buddy's truck is parked on the grass and figure I'll do the same so I don't block the driveway and therefore everyone's view of the merchandise from the street. So I gas it, heading straight for the curb, and rather than casually pulling up alongside I just drive straight into the front yard like I'm aiming for folks. Meanwhile, my truck radio that was playing my Anime CD had stumbled upon my selections from Revolutionary Girl Utena, and cranked up way too loud for this early in the morning, chants of the absolute apocalypse fill the air.



Definitely helped add to the atmosphere, and was enough to capture the attention of all present. With all eyes on me any thoughts of bargain shopping seemed to have been forgotten, at least for a little while. It might not be the Ride of the Valkyries. Still, I couldn't help but think of Apocalypse Now as I started to roll the windows up, the death chant chorale still going strong.
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