Anyway, Officer Drew of the CMPD seemed to be of the opinion that you probably didn't steal the car for the money, so I can only assume that you just needed something that would impress the ladies as you cruised the strip on Halloween, in which case you'll probably be ditching the car after you've had your way with it.
You may find it hard to believe with a cherry ride like The Cutlass, but I never actually put theft insurance on it. I guess maybe I was thinking that since it was so irreplaceable, why bother? Regardless, it occurred to me that if you're going to ditch it anyway when you run it out of gas, perhaps you might consider swinging by my place and dropping it off (you'll find the address on the insurance card in the glove box -- where, consequently, you'll also find the trunk-release button).
I'm a writer, and I'd love to spend some time picking your brain about the criminal mind. I'm also a decent cook, so how about I sweeten the deal by offering a full-course meal whilst we tackle the subject? Feel free to place your menu-order in the comments.
If, however, you decide to keep my car (and you'd be kind of crazy not to), there are a few peccadilloes you should probably know about in order to maximize your experience.
- Sometimes it gets stuck in Park (I'm guessing this didn't happen to you last night, so... yay for that!). When this occurs, your best option is to get out of the car and jump up and down on the hood, directly above the left wheel well. You'll look a little odd doing it, but the fact that you chose to steal The Cutlass tells me you're above that sort of consideration, and would appreciate a functional workout.
- It's cooler out, now, so you probably won't notice until next Spring that the AC doesn't work. This is obviously a bonus feature (screw that corporate air!), but fair warning.
- Under no circumstances should you roll down the back left window. Hopefully that's the one you smashed to get into the car. But if it isn't, whatever you do, do not roll it down -- you'll never get it back up. This was intended, of course, as a child-safety precaution (which explains the tape over the back roll-down-button).
- You've no doubt noticed that your driver's seat will not adjust. Don't think of it as being "stuck in place," however. Think of it as... character. In time you, as I, will mold to the sweet, sexy specifications of this bold new ride.
- The radio isn't "broken," it's been disengaged by the Universe in order to allow you the time and silence to properly think about your life. Use that.
- My main initial concern with this theft was that I thought I'd left my backpack on the seat. In that backpack were two copies of my self-published book-of-short-stories, and a couple of notebooks filled with irreplaceable movie ideas. I figured you had no doubt recognized the car as being mine and were planning to take my ideas, write your own scripts, and make it big in Hollywood. But I discovered when I got home that I'd left the backpack behind. So, joke's on you, suckahs! I would add, though, that you've no doubt encountered a plethora of great stories in your rich and vibrant life of crime. Use that!
post script: My friend J.R., whose play, Venus in Fur, I had driven up to Charlotte to see (it was great, you should check it out) kept going on and on about how admirable it was how I was taking it, but you and I both know that a ride like that can never really "belong" to anybody. Besides, a karmatic swing like this for me can only be a sign of great things to come. Perhaps I'll sell a film script next week. Or maybe the woman I'm currently interested in will decide I'm worth being interested in, as well. Whatever the case, curate The Cutlass well, my friend. Curate her well.
post, post script: Since this is an open letter and most people don't have the privilege of The Cutlass's company, I'm including the last picture I took with her, which I think expresses some of my feelings over her loss. She's in your care now, so I hope you won't take offense. Peace and Love.
NOTE: The Charlotte Police Department recovered the car two days later. I have written a second part to this letter, which can be found HERE.
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