I was living in a big apartment building on an otherwise suburban neighborhood street along with a bunch of coworkers, owned by our boss, and we had a meeting about rent going up. There seemed to be some fingerpointing about who is the biggest Richard Pryor-esque exploding crack fire risk at the heart of the hike.
Afterward I went outside and one of my deceased friends had rented a Hollywood style rain truck and had it parked in the suburban driveway beside the giant apartment building. But since I have no idea what those trucks are like, it was a food truck with a giant sprinkler on top. There was some debate and some false starts about what he was doing with the truck filmmaking wise.
He started doing some scene for a movie where someone was getting sliced up gyro meat style inside the truck (because it’s also a food truck). And then did it where the victim flipped the script on him. I suggested we make something less gory like a John Watersesque comedy so of course some guy appears and starts shitting all over the drive way while doing a Fred Gwynne accent.
Then some other people I know who generally spell real life trouble showed up and turned on the giant sprinkler on the truck. At first I thought this was good and it would clean up the shit, but very quickly it started to flood the street. Unaware or unwilling of how to turn off the water one of the trouble maker guys drove the truck off into one of the neighbor’s backyards while I’m trying to keep my shoes relatively dry finding a path across people’s lawns to chase them while the water continues to rise all while worrying about what my landlord boss will do.
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