Writing a personal greentext story, fishing for the two cents of any anon that wants to throw theirs in.
I came across something I wasn't prepared for not all that long ago, while hopping car meets with a friend of mine. They were never my preferred social circle or interest, but the guy I went with (who also always drove) was the kind of good company that's hard to come by.
Let's call him Dave. Dave and I used to work at the same burger joint, he did the bulk of my training while I was there. We became very good friends through that. We respect each other's terrible sense of humor, I respect his practical life type knowledge and intuition, and he came to respect my knowledge. My lust for books and creativity made me into the kind of smartass that always could offer a comment of obscure understandings on nearly anything. I was 20, he was 19.
>Before this point, I had already begun my personal very basic research into the occult, and already had a worldview open to seeing whatever came for what is presented itself as
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>Be cruising with Dave through a smaller Canadian city, in a Ford ST with maybe too many bells and whistles
>Its the kind of car that gets the attention of cheap but attractive enough females, and the people who appreciate cars that are functionally fast without looking like crap
>I'm just content that me and a buddy are cruising
>Its absurdly comfy, and cruising like this has a Kavinsky/Nightcall feel to it
>We're looking for a car meet after a late night of virtually no success
>Just looking for people to sit with during needlessly late hours of the night, smoke cigarettes with
>Its really just a bunch of lonely people who have niche interests
>Some of the people that turn up are like me, brought by a friend, we have almost no idea of whats going on
>We turn up in a larger parking lot to a strip-Post too long. Click here to view the full text.