I am a total Craigslist addict. I check it several times a day just so I don’t miss something good. I only check the tool section, not the erotic services section if you were wondering.<\/p>\n
I have a friend who wanted one of those table top CNC machines and it just so happened that one popped up. So I let him know, figuring he wouldn’t really pursue it, but what the heck. I get a call back from him and he is all fired up to go check this thing out, but it is in another city. I am going to be real vague about the details of who, what, why, when and where to protect my life and his.<\/p>\n
Anyway, we drive to this place in the middle of freakin’ no where, to this shack-like place that looks like it was dragged out here. I am thinkin’ “What a dump,” but we used GPS so this is the right place. I notice that this fella has a love of sporting dogs – he has a pack of pitbulls, they are free range pitbulls. I think I should refer to them as a herd since there was more than 10 running around humping each other. They live under the porch, if this helps paint the scene for you a little better.<\/p>\n
A tall thin guy with a gotee comes to the gate. Good thing he’s expecting us or God knows what would happen – we might have been slobbered on by the herd of pitbulls or worse I suppose.<\/p>\n
“You here about the mill?”\u00a0 “Yep sure are.”<\/p>\n
We walk up the steps and go inside, but I am thinkin’ one of us should stay out so we can at least call the cops if it gets weird, as if it wasnt weird enough. The guy is smokin’ a cigerette and he lets the ashes fall on the carpet and rubs them out with his boot.<\/p>\n
He points to the mill, “Well there it is. I ain’t too good at readin’, so I was not able to make it do much. I bought it to make bullets with, you know put big bullets in little guns. I knowed uh hu they can do that.”<\/p>\n
I am trying not to be nosey but I am checking out the place. He is definitely into guns, he has a few laying around. I notice his leather jacket with a familiar motorcycle club logo on it and I put it all together. Ah ha! He is an outlaw biker, that is why he has the prison tatoos all over his hands and arms. Good thing I am a quick study -nothin’ gets by me.<\/p>\n
We mess with the mill and talk bikes a little, don’t know much about guns so I avoid that subject. My friend wants to make an offer on it so we throw out some numbers and he lets us have it, the mill that is. I start gathering up the stuff and carry it out to the truck. Then I notice that there is alot of black plastic sealing part of the house off. I wonder why all the windows are blocked and why is a hose going through the window? You know in horror movies how the guy is going to open the door and the audience is thinkin’ you are nuts you don’t have to open the door, get the hell out of there.<\/p>\n
Well, I couldnt help it, I had to see what was in that room. I wasn’t bold enough to just fling open the door. I figured I could sneak a peek through the window, just a quick one, then I wouldn’t spend the rest of my life wondering what the hell was in that room. I am standing on the front porch with a bunch of dogs and a couple of them trying to make sweet love to my knee. I just sorta ease the plastic back and take a quick peek. Good thing there are lights on in there, otherwise I wouldn’t have been able to see. Come to think of it, there are lots of lights on in there. Dang it sure is bright, kinda like daylight! Gosh, I wonder what his electric bill is, there must be 30,000 candle power in here. I guess that is why he has the black plastic so he doesn’t blind people with his own personal piece of sun. I hope you guys see where I was going with this. Needless to say, we scidadled right on out of there.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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