Due to the accident involving my awesome car and Zane hood surfing, we were forced to search for a new form of transportation. Our group, excluding, Sparrow, A-drain and Dune, strolled down the street looking at the nice selection of vehicles parked on the street. Occasionally we made small talk with the strangers, climbing into thier vehicles. Just so we didn't look all that suspesious. I chuckled to myself as I saw how many people parked in the parking spaces. Almost of if they wanted their expensive vehicles to be high-jacked. Zane, ran up to each window and peeked inside. Sometimes drawing a picture of a "duck" on the extremely dusty windshields. Yet to me and the others his "duck" always looked like a demented rainbow. Azul was more interested with the emo guys walking down the street then the car though.
"Hi," she said flirtily to one of the strangers. His hair made him look kinda like a girl. I didn't get what she saw in him. Then I saw his arm. Cut marks etched all the way up and down. It was almost as if he was showing off his pain.
Quickly I walked up behind her, "Did you get in a fight with Edward Scissor Hands? Well it kinda looks like he won,"
Azul blushed as he walked away grumplily and pulling out his safety pin. "THIS IS GONNA CAUSE YOU TO GET AIDS!" I yelled after him. I didn't think he heard me till he lifted his hand over his head. Middle fingure high in the air.
Azul opened her mouth about to start yelling at me, when I saw him.
"HIPPIE!!!" I screeched running down the street, hurriedly chasing after the man wearing a tie die shirt. He had long gray hair, that looked rather greasy. From the color of his hair I guessed him to be in his late 40s or early 50s.
I followed him three blocks till he finally walked into a shop that was fully decorated in the 70s era. He went behind the desk, obviously an employee. Or maybe the boss, which I doughted considering the fact he looked utterly wasted. I confirmed that fact when he bent down and took out a pipe. (i think you can guess at what was in it)
"Hi," I said casually. Not in the creepy-crush way but more in the OMG-I-LOVE-YOUR- ERA way.
"Heyyyyy maaaaaaaaaaaan. Peaaaaaaaace and looooooove dude. Peace and love."
I looked around the store and carefully filled my pockets with all the nicknack's I could find. I must have been so caught up with hiding stolen merchandise in my pockets that I never noticed him walk up behind me.
"Whoa, man. You sure got soooooome bulky pockets dude," He said. Looking far away as he stared at me.
"Yeah, they must put extra feathers in them this time of year," I replied, hoping he'd fall for it.
He just smiled and took another drag on his pipe. I watched as the smoke puffed out in a perfect rings. "Yeah duuuuude. That's what this China craps all about. With theee waaaaars and alllllll. Communists is what they are. Are we still in the 70s maaaaaaaan? Yeah. These years will neveeeeeer end. Peaaaaaaaaaace," he stood behind me still. Adding some of the merchandise into his own pockets. Then he walked away, back towards the desk, muttering about how the aliens were gonna get us all. I watched as he opened the cash register and pulled out a hundred. He placed that in his pocket next to the item he had stolen from his own store.
For a moment I considered going back to find the others, but this store was packed with everything you could possibly want. Plus it wasn't everyday that an employee didn't mind you were five-figure discounting most of their small items. So I continued looking around, till I realized I needed a bag. So carefully I walked my way back up to the desk. It was cluttered with small buttons with slogans on it that would only fit the 70s. They ranged from saying "I just got layed," to "Save water-shower with a friend." I loved how dedicated they were towards the environment. Carefully I pinned one onto my shirt.
"Can I have a bag?" I asked. Realizing I was probably pushing my luck.
"Sure maaaaaan," he handed me a fabric bag with a peace sign stitched across the top.
"Thanks," I said, stuffing more into my bag as I continued deeper into the store. I continued walking up that way until I spotted it. The perfect car. A hippie van. I had to have it. HAD TO. It was a vibrant shade of aqua, with a huge peace sign painted a long the side. It was my perfect car. I loved it. The windows were covered with tie dyed blankets, so you couldn't see in. I couldn't live without this vehicle. Plus, I mean we were already looking for a vehicle right? YEAH!
So carefully, I left the store. Listening to the alarm go off, and the hippie look up and say "Why. Maaaaaaaaaan. EVERYDAYYYY. This thiiiiiiing goeeeeees off. God if that's you, I only smoked alittle todayyyyy. I'm trying dude really I am," then he took a swig from his beer and turned up his stereo. Blasting out the beeping noise of the alarm. I recognized the band as Greatful Dead, this man was also a dead head.
He didn't even look up as I hot wired his vehicle and drove away. The first thing I noticed how smokey it was. I highly doughted he only smoked a little today. "Gotta love the 70s survivors," I said. Turning on the radio and listening to another song from that era.
I found Zane, Ravan, and Azul on the sidewalk. Zane was splashing around at the fire hydrant, that was gushing out streams of water. It didn't take long for me to understand that he was responsible for that. Azul was making out with that same dude I thought I'd just scared away. I beeped the funky horn twice. Smiling at the noise it made. I was loving this.
Happily my family pulled him away from the fire hydrant and climbed into my new car. Even better then my last one.
Azul ran into the back, screaming, suddenly.
"SKY!"
"Yeeeeees?" I replied rummaging through my bag of free amazing stuff.
"There's kinda a hippie back here," she was shocked.
I peeked back to see that indeed there was a passed out hippie in the back. He was surrounded by beer cans and other uhm...things.
"Pssh. He'll wake up soon. Might as well let him come along for the ride," I said. After all this hippie seemed to be kinda new age and looked to be eighteen at most. Almost as if he two, were living the American dream that the others had.
Zane grabbed a beer can off the floor and chugged it. "Yeah, this dude's stayin with us..."
We drove away as the hippie from the store looked up to his car was gone. He laughed. And waved goodbye. Taking another drag on his pipe. From the distance I saw him make the peace sign and walk back into the store.
"Ravan, stop poking him," Azul said.
Her and Ravan were in the back with the hippie waiting for him to wake up and the party begin.
