Pieces of eight,pieces of eight.
Got an old dunger Corona that's been here a couple of months - he came in all upset and wanted us to go get his car and fix it.I think he must of been drunk (by the smell in the car) and taken out an island or curb - the left front wheel was into the body.Just a bent lower arm,so I rung him with a price and he gave the go ahead.He didn't come and pick it up in a couple of days,so I give him a ring...no reply.
I've got a shop full of cars so put it out in my yard,it has a locked chain on the gate,but I'm forever retying the netting back on the pipes...they cut the wire and get in for some shopping.Anyway,it's been there too long,so I figure I might give Jack a ring to come and get it...but first we need to look for some ID,and maybe something interesting to keep,(try and recover my money y'know) Um,seems we've lost the keys,but get into it,rifle around,find a bill with an address and phone number - then we pop the boot - holy shit!! the boot is chock full of tools,looks like he's a sparky - a skilly,disc grinder,2 hammer drills,jig saw,all Makita or comparable,leads, meters,crimping tools...gotta be atleast a couple of grand here.
I ring one of the numbers I found and get hold of him,says he'll be around to pick it up.That was last week - I got a bit worried and have pulled a couple of fish bins out of the boot to keep inside.Damn,that was lucky - there were probably kids lurking around every night seeing if the tyres were any good,checking out the stereo...not realising there was treasure in the boot!If Jack comes up next sat we'll see if it's worth dragging away.
In and out of jobs, running free
Waging war with society
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