We came, We saw, We kicked it's ass!

Well, what am I to do?

     I've been pondering the idea of writing a novel, screenplay type thing. In fact, I have already started. But I have reached a plateau. I am at a cross roads in my writing, and I am reaching out into the inter-webs for help. I could write a ripping good yarn about working in a Head Shop, somewhere in the vein of a Thompson  fear and loathing masterpiece, or some ridiculous crappy teen horror story. I suppose of I change names and locations of events, I can't get sued by some former co-worker for using their likeness without their permission right?

    

 I can smell the movie profits from here...

On a slightly less profitable note, I still don't own the Ecto-1, and I think that bothers me more than anything. At the age of 11, I was sure that by the time I was 30 i would own a caravan of Ecto-1's as well as a different Ghostbuster uniform for every day of the week.  Alas, how the weight of the world has broken my spirit! Meh, I'm down but not out.The folly of youth tells me I have plenty of time to get my mitts on a driveable Ecto-1. I close my eyes and see a future where I am driving my children to school, baseball practice and dance lessons in a sleek, shiny Ecto-1, sirens cutting through the early morning air like a glorious trumpet from the heavens, calling all who hear it to rise and begin their day. 

     There I sit, behind the wheel in my chariot of paranormal investigation and elimination cruising down the city streets and highways, sunglasses on, windows down, radio up turning heads as I go.  The sweet smell of freedom and protons charging fills my lungs as I pull into the school, my son or daughter sitting in the front with me, filled with the solemn pride that is theirs in knowing that their father, is the best and coolest dad ever, and they love when I take them to school in my totally awesome car.  While my wife, falls in love with me all over again, every time I pull out of the driveway in my big beautiful American Dream mobile.  I see her standing on the front porch, watching me drive away, the look of love and awe covering her face, her eyes well up with teary pride as I turn on the flashing lights, her knees go weak at the sound of the sirens.I stick my arm out of the window and wave as I drive away, I glance in the rear view mirror and see her waiving back and blowing kisses.  Every night is like a honeymoon, everyday a winning lottery ticket. 

     Years flash befor my eyes, and I see myself and old man. My son/daughter have families of their own now. They are too busy to go for rides anymore. They have cars of their own with no flashing lights or sirens. Drab, boring, economical cars.Instead of driving them to school, Im driving it to the grocery store, or to the golf course, or to take my lovely wife out for dinner and a movie. She tells me she loves me, and is so proud of our children and the way things turned out. Our daughter with her Presidency, successful movie career, and her husband,( who I still don't like but tolerate because my daughter loves him) and our son, the grammy winning musician who has sold more albums than Elvis and bought us Dharma Island to retire on, winner of the Nobel Peace Prize for his work to end the tension in Iran, bringing the world into a thousand year peace.  She kisses me softly as we park the Ecto-1 in the sand and watch the waves of the ocean creep softly onto the land and then swiftly sweep back out to sea. The moon is full and shines bright on the surface of the water, illuminating the shoreline for miles in both directions. I look into her eyes, and my life with her and the happiness floods my mind. The low hum of the Ecto-1 motor is almost silent over the wind rushing by us, sweeping across the vast coast. I look at my wife, kiss her gently and hold her tight against me. She smiles and flips the switch on the dashboard of my beloved Ecto-1. We watch in awe as the car transforms into the Black Pearl, her full black sails filling with the wind, as we stand at the front of the ship, the splash of the crisp water splashes against my cheek. I look out onto the horizon, a dark blue mystery, and smile as we sail off into that undiscovered country together. A childhood dream realized, a life complete and full. I still hear the sirens in my mind, as I close my eyes and venture off into that undiscovered country, my wife sailing there beside me.