Wings of Steel

When we were 20 or 21 my best friend literally saved up pennies and tips from his bartender job and paid cash for a really nice 14,000 dollar jeep.
After a period of time he put it in at the local Chrysler Dealer for a tune up. During the tune up they dropped it off the lift and dented in his quarter panel. They fixed it but the color didn't match.
My friend has a heart of gold and is quite honestly the kindest and best person I have ever known. But he had lost his father to cancer at 18, so among everything else a "nice guy" has brewing from his childhood, he had some serious scores to settle with the world. He took out his revenge on the world as head bouncer at the largest bar in the city. He had fought practically every night for a few years and probably every soul in the city new the guy. He was tenacious, angry and tuff but my bro was still a fair guy. He tried to work it out but when the owner told my friend that "him and his jeep could go f*#k themselves" he went to war.
My Dad still brings up my crazy best friend and remembers him driving all over town with big signs, on the side of his jeep, telling everyone to not buy from the dealership. He picketed the place and organized many other people to picket the place. Hundreds of friends joined in on the campaign to destroy this man and his dealership, they waited outside, told people not to buy the cars, ruined sales, told everyone who walked by what had occured and blocked up sh#t with all their vehicles. It turned into a place folks would stop off at in-between partys.
I don't remember how long the thing went on but neither man ever relented. The guy was put out of business within a year and my friend ended up with a crushed knee when someone rolled a car down the road, pinning him against another car, while he stood with his sign...lol..
Jeep never go fixed..

No moral..
I suppose sometimes the fix it job is good enough and sometimes it aint...

Shrieking Mimi

Another koolaide drinker. No surprise here. These guys are not the heros in this saga. I'd say the shitters are the real heros.

Somehow surmounting a creaky script rooted in some crackpot psychiatry, Screaming Mimi creates a somnambulistic, doom-laden mood that keeps you watching, bemused. And that's not easily explained.