I'm up a big hill like in Barcelona, . I have been staying on this garden place somewhere, a house at the side of the steep road that is like a community. There are these big gates that are locked because the route up to the mountain is privately owned, but I want to drive up there. I think I want to take my dad somewhere up the mountain.
I take my car out of its parking lot, and have to secretly open the gates before the owners come back. I see two friends, one of them is jj. They want a ride. When I get to stopping my car won't stop. The breaks are terrible. My car needs to be stopped by my friends. They hold it from crashing. I get out and then my car burns to the ground. All I see is a pile of ashes. But now I'm going to miss my appointment. What to do i wonder... do I go on the internet and start looking for new cars to buy. I see one that is really interesting looking. It's been owned by these sculptors and art promoters who lived in tengenenge. It's a good price, and I ask a friend how quick it can be to pick up a new car.
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