Cold Criminals

So I was working at a gas station and a rent a cop brought come criminals by while he was trying to get tires.
The criminals wanted all the tires and pulled a cut down rifle gun and had a fight with the rent a cop in the van.
The boss disappeared into his office and some guys came by with a crane.
We hooked up to the van with the rent a cop and the criminals and tires and drove off dragging the van onto the highway, medicine over a bridge and down by downtown into an alley.
It was about zero degrees and colder so we were freezing while looking at the criminals inside the van and deciding what to do with them.
The guy with the gun left.

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About Russell Scott Day

I come from sailors and priests. My aim is to prevent apocalyptic riot, better known as nuclear war, when I was growing up. Creating a nation of airports will create the peace enough environment to prevent apocalyptic riot. I had a vision due to a period of boredom and bliss like the Aleph of Borges. That is the story I learned and was made up and happens.

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