were travelling in this backwoods mountain-y place, and i parked at
this restaurant that looked like an open-air laundrymat, and there was
this guy there that was a preacher-type person -- he was kind of a
cross between fred phelps and mr slausen from the movie Tourist Trap
-- and he had a congregation or following, or whatnot. i had just
decided to get us the hell out of there by going back where we'd been
and going a different way (figuring they would expect us to try to
keep going the way we'd been headed), and the congregation had dropped
us back off at the open-air laundrymat, and i realised that my car'd
been stolen, and dusk was on its way. there were cars left sitting at
the laundrymat, but i thought they looked staged (and as such, perhaps
rigged to break down, or impossible to steal, and/or to be somehow
used as 'proof' that we broke their laws or whatever, so i was not
comfortable trying to steal one of those. i was *just* trying to
figure out what to do when i woke up.
wow. creepy.
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