April 25, 2010

  • My Crazy Imagination

    Sometimes I get bored and my mind wanders.  I get these crazy stories in my head and I thought maybe I should start writing them down.  I have written down my latest day dream.  I might turn it into a full fledged novel as there are definitely pieces to this story that are pointless, or need to be expanded on but here it is in it's rough draft glory.  Enjoy!

    I get to work and sitting on my desk is a bucket with car cleaning supplies, and at the bottom of the bucket are keys to a car. My suspicions are raised immediately but it has a remote on it to lock,unlock, and hit the alarm when you want to draw attention. I walk around the garage hitting the buttons and the car that responds is a 2010 Dodge Challenger RT, black with two red stripes running from the hood to the quarter panels. It's a thing of beauty, beauty that cost $30,000 dollars. I don't trust it and don't touch it for fear of getting my finger prints on it. No instead I contact the police but that's when things get weird. I tell them the story but when they run the plates the car shows up in my name. The cops think it's a hoax but because it was a good story in their otherwise mundane day they let me off with a warning. I am still leery however so I go about my day. I can't stop thinking about the car though and how great it would be to drive it. Where did it come from though and who on earth would leave me a gift that expensive without a note or explanation? By the end of the day I can't resist it so I get in and start it up. This car is decked out with all the latest technology from head to toe. It's incredible and the engine just purrs like a cat ready to play. Truly a thing of beauty. Suddenly though a voice comes in through the bluetooth stereo using a phone I did not see sitting near the dash. “ We were wondering when you would take the car for a test drive Mr. Schmidt.” I look all around in disbelief and reply “ It's too good to be true. This car is not cheap and I know there must be a catch. What's the deal?” Calmly and assuredly the mysterious passenger says “all in due time Mr. Schmidt. Check the glove box.” When I open it I find another set of keys. I stare at it blankly and see on the keychain an address. “No way! Are these to a house?” “They are indeed Mr. Schmidt. It's everything you ever wanted in a house and it will surely meet the needs of your wife and dog. We know everything about you so this house has the top of the line kitchen ware, home theater, and anything else you could dream about. We'll come back to that later though.” I think to myself of course, nothing is free in this world and someone with this kind of power and resources must be bad news. I've seen enough movies to know this is how someone gets started in a life of serious crime. “ What do you want from me?” I reply assertively. “Meet us for dinner and we will lay it all out for you.” I reply back “ I can't do this without my wife though.” but without hesitation I hear “Naturally of course, she's invited. Dress nice and when your ready hit the start button on the GPS unit in front of you and it will lead you to the restaurant” and with that the call ends. My head is swimming but I gotta at least see what they want. I call my wife and tell her to put on that purple dress she wore to the symphony just two weeks before. When she asks me why I tell her I can explain it all when I get home and to just get ready for a nice dinner out. She must have been able to hear the urgency and confusion in my voice because she stopped asking questions and said simply she would be ready. I race home faster than normal because I find it difficult to drive a normal speed in a car with this much power. It's hard to resist. When I get home I call my wife again to see if she is ready. She says she will be shortly so I tell her to meet me in the parking lot once she is. Just a short five minutes later she comes strolling out looking as beautiful as the day I met her but clearly confused because she does not see the Ford Taurus I drive every day. I start the Challenger again and begin revving the engine. I lean out the driver side window and say “Hey there pretty mama, wanna go for a spin?” She can't believe I am actually driving the car of her dreams as she squeals with delight. I drive her around a bit as I catch her up with the days events. After she is all caught up we agree to attend the dinner and hit the start button. It leads us to the wealthy side of town where we stop at a beautiful Italian restaurant we had always wanted to try but couldn't because of the fact it runs about two hundred dollars a plate. As we stroll inside the matre d welcomes us as if we are regulars and leads us into a private room where I am finally face to face with the voice I heard earlier in the car. He introduces himself simply as Mr. Jones and asks we order our dinner before we discuss the business I am wanted for. Our orders are quickly placed as we can barely stand the suspense of what they could possibly want with me. I'm a nobody just trying to make his way in the world like everyone else after all. Mr. Jones tells me that he is part of a secret organization that defends the U.S. From those who would wish to harm it. They are not tied with any government organization and run independently. He tells me that I am a genius and he believes I have what it takes to help them. All my life though I have been average and while I am not dumb people would not say I am genius. Mr. Jones explains to me though that the genius they are looking for can think creatively, independently, and is more than book smarts. Since I am considered average by so many my talents have largely gone ignored which is good for them because it's easier for me to disappear and fade into the background. They can't tell me the specifics on what I would do as it's very top secret work that I couldn't even share with my wife if I were to take this job on. I am assured though that I won't have to kill anyone ever, that I only work 100 of the 365 days a year, and that the money is more than we would ever need. We can jet set around the world in any of the companies private jets as long as I do my job well. The catch is though I can't have any contact with anybody else from my previous life except for one friend of my choosing. I immediately pick my best friend Adnan but Mr. Jones says I can't have him. When I press on he clams up and just keeps stating to pick another. I go to my next closest friend which is Matt. Mr. Jones then tells me I can't pick Adnan because they are working on recruiting him too. I nearly spit water in his face with laughter because the thought is preposterous. Adnan is the biggest conspiracy nut I know and would never join up with a place like that. Mr. Jones tells me not to be so sure and says in the same empty, emotionless voice he has used all night to simply bring him in. My mind is racing with fear that they have somehow brought Adnan here against his will and that something terrible will happen to him if he does not agree to join them or perhaps he is being used to convince me to join. Instead though he strolls in on his own free will and tells me he is on board. I know Adnan is not like me though and cannot be so easily bought with material goods, and when I ask him what he got in return he says that he cannot divulge that information. All deals are kept secret. When I ask what he would do for them he lets me in on the bombshell that if I join he is my partner. When it comes to business everywhere I go he goes with me. We have each other backs in this whole thing. I figure with Adnan on board I would be a fool to pass this up so I agree to whatever it is I would be doing. Sure it's a blind guess, and my wife and I have to leave our families behind forever. It's a sacrifice but it's a chance to be somebody, to defend my country, and to live the life that most people only dream about. It's a gamble for sure but in life you gotta take the risks to get the rewards and the bigger risks you take the bigger rewards you reap. Yup I began my life as a member of a secret organization in that crazy mixed up day and I can't tell you anymore than that. Everyone thinks I disappeared, except of course Matt. Don't forget I got my friend, and only he will know the truth of what has gone on since that fateful dinner so many nights ago.