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Then he tells me to back my car into a dark spot in the back of the burger place next to a big American car already backed in and parked there. So I move my car over there and start to eat my burger. The funky guy walks up to my driver side window and says it is in the trunk next door. So I get out of the car and follow him back behind the big sedan. He opens the trunk. I see it is in an official looking already packaged cardboard box with slick wrapping.
Suddenly a dark sedan comes wheeling into the space next to my car with six dark swarthy guys in it and the driver starts yelling at the scrounge who slams the trunk and hurries over to the driver. They start an argument.
"How much ya sellin' that for? I told ya fifty."
"Ya, ya, ya, I'm pushin' for fifty - for fifty."
He comes back and opens the trunk again. The other guy starts yelling again. So the funky guy says, "Common man you want it or not?" "He's mad. He's on to me". I had to think fast. Of course I wanted to say, "Let me open the box." He says, "OK forget it", and reaches for the trunk lid. I say, "OK, OK", and reach in my wallet and give him a twenty and a five. He takes it and reaches into the trunk and hands me the box. It looked real and felt about the weight it should. Then both he and the driver quick got into the car, the doors slam - slam. The car started and they gunned it out of there.
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