mudcub (mudcub) wrote,

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Paging Found Magazine

So, to recap: Friday night someone slammed into the back of my car, breaking a lot of plastic and lights, but otherwise leaving my car intact. You can read about it in my post at

Come to think about it, I wrote another post last week about driving into San Francisco ( bikerbear wrote the following as a comment to my blog entry:

"if u get phone calls from seedy drunk characters asking for Veronica, it wasn't my doing.. BWAHAHAHAHAHHA"

So, fast forward to today. I decided my VW was drivable, so I went north into The City for the weekend. I parked my car around the corner from the Lone Star. You know... to be *convenient*. I thought I could drink a bit, then switch to Diet Coke, sober up, and then drive home. My car was at a meter next to the Best Western, where I've stayed many nights when I want to be a slut in San Francisco.

Then, drinking commenced. Boy! The Lone Star has tasty frozen margaritas. A little pricey at $6 each, but well worth it. I had two, and a tasty maduro macanudo cigar. Then I went back to my car.

I saw this:

"RE Fell off my bike by your car. I think I may have scratched it. Let me know if I can help w/ the damages. Tiffany"

I though it was a joke. I looked at my car. There is so much paint damage and broke fiberglass at the back, I can't see any new scratches. And if someone *did* hit my car, how would they know what scratches were there before? I mean... if I hit a car that was as messed up as mine, i would just drive on. And the part about the BIKE? Does it mean a motorcycle or a bicycle? There is no phone number... like I am supposed to automatically know who Tiffany is. So, I was thinking it was all a joke. Maybe the "Tiffany" comment was in the same vein as "Veronica". I mean, I've seen Heathers... one of my favorite movies. Some bear was walking to the Lone Star, saw my car, remembered the post, and thought it would be funny to leave a note.

But the bar was empty, not like anybody was there who would have known me or read my LiveJournal. And I noticed my right rear-view mirror is newly broken, so maybe someone really did smash into my car. At the Lone Star, nobody came up and said anything like, "Hey! Did you read the note?" Does anybody on LJ want to confess that this was intended as a mindfuck? Or is it real? 'Cause it's pretty fucking weird. What a weekend I had, let me tell you.

Fucking Tiffany. I bet she's dating Diego and he's in on it, too (an in-joke for heypyro)
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