Garage for Sale

Coming back here after a long absence. It's in the nature of Jersey boys to wander. But there comes a time to return home if only to plot the escape. Where we are now. Everything's dusty. Everything smells of stale gas and maybe death.

A lot of you are fans of the Walking Dead TV Show.  What you don't know is that you ARE the walking dead.

I've written millions of words about who and what we've become. Some people even agree with me. But they can't stop thinking of the brains they can eat. Give them a problem at work, a promotion, any tiny distraction, and they're back on the brain hunt, staggering forward in search of a juicy new bit of bloody gray matter to consume.

Nothing whatever can attract their attention away from eat, eat, eat what's right in front of them.

Why Johnny's Garage is finally up for sale.

I'll be listing the available inventory in parts. I won’t pretend Heidi isn’t behind this. Don’t tell her I’ll never sell.

I am the King of the Junkyard here.

1953 Chevy Pickup Truck

King of Junk period actually. Junk house, junk land, Heidi is not scornful, but she’s a pusher. She keeps asking why I have so many wrecks spread over a dozen acres. I don’t have a good answer.

REO Speedwagon Tow Truck

1957 Ford Pickup Truck

Another one of my uncle’s Chrysler station wagons

This one’s just plain not fair. Can still do 140 mph.

She’s agitating. I don’t like young girls who are agitating. They make it hard to hide.

Then she just changed all the rules on me. Not just a camera girl but a painter. She laughed out loud when she showed me this. “You’re stuck,” she said. “I’m Christine, and you’re still Johnny Dodge.”