Used and Found: Dominion

A Story by Abishai100

Can capitalism 'life' yield an image of stripes, in this narrated portrait of heroic salesman theory?

A tale about inventive consciousness linked with capitalism/consumerism 'life' arts (for the mind).

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I was working as a used car salesman in the East Coast when I had to defend my force of salesmanship for patriotism in the post-9/11 era of commerce-linked street transit/consumerism confidence for the high-art of capitalism's arms of evasion of leviathan in the new millennium (invasion, piracy, nuclear things, Internet hackers, bad things). I was a Selfie-culture citizen 'prototype' of American fortune readings and cleats. This is a sad story (actually!).

"Everything in life is somewhere else; and you get there in a car" (EB White).

My gorgeous gem of a pit stop in this hellmouth(s) world of bad reports and journal confusions was my pride and joy and it reminded me why my adult life of single-salesmanship was not half-bad for American ways. I wanted to find a nice girl to marry and I wanted to sell used cars. That was it. How would I anticipate a 'rogue' invading my space for this Earth neon horror-tale of bad incomplete leviathan (for the Ego)?

There I was, one day in my used-car lot, proud and in sunglasses, ready to talk wind about the surged Eagles with their newly-acquired star player for playoff picture, and I was all thinking I'd meet some pretty woman who'd come by to pick one of my jewels of the Nile, my collected 'trophies' of roadways and fortune from Western banks (Selfie-like!).

CUSTOMER: I like this jeep...a lot.

ME: This jeep will drive you a lot!

CUSTOMER: You have some Eagles decals as a bonus, eh?

ME: We've got it all...test-drive it around the area (Rt.-73).

CUSTOMER: Pretty cool.

CUSTOMER: I didn't think Jersey-IQ afforded used-salesman classic Pontiacs.

ME: Don't you think of Christine (Stephen King), friend?

CUSTOMER: How much?
ME: The better question is, "Should anyone afford such a trophy?" (no?).

CUSTOMER: Fine.

CUSTOMER: Ha, a 1998 Maxima...just that touch of memory of college-days.

ME: Did you drive to those summer hippie music festivals in Vermont (or something)?

CUSTOMER: Maybe...I like the gold.

ME: This is silver-and-gold...and it wants to fly away from here...with your money.

CUSTOMER: Reminds me of that film (Celebrity).

ME: Cool!

Like I said, it was a beautiful-day, and I felt like my stream of customers was ideal, and I sold 2 cars by the afternoon; everything was Selfie-like, primed for some used-salesman novel concept adaptation for social media (and consumerism-consciousness!) culture.

TERRORIST: You fool, I want one of these cars (now!).

ME: Hold on, sir...this is a 'sacred' place in the Homeland (surely).

TERRORIST: You freak capitalist...I want a classic car to ram into some place.

ME: What, like a sports arena, bad man?

TERRORIST: You negotiate with me while I carry this silencer-pistol, fool.

ME: Drop the silencer and I'll sell you a car 1/2 price from my prestige, man.

TERRORIST: What?

ME: How about a used/miracle Ford Escape (electric/hybrid)?

TERRORIST: Damn.

Would you believe I sold a terrorist-invader a used Escape to avert his pronounced/actual threat of thievery/terrorism on that beautiful-day in the Homeland (damn)? I did. This is the retelling of it. I found out two weeks later his Ford Escape was found sitting by a river, with him in it, dead (suicide seemingly!). It was an American tragedy (surely), but it gave me a photo-synthesis of life's leviathan linked with human-brains fiction (for the Ego).

GIRLFRIEND: You're geeked on the new Josh Allen Bills, hon.

ME: I'm recuperating from bad consumerism culture street Hell, Esmerelda (ha).

GIRLFRIEND: Used-and-found...the 'right' helmet (Selfie-like).

ME: Fine.

I made Esmerelda a zesty French gourmet sandwich the following Valentine's and reminded her of my minute-heroics at my used-car haven of the Homeland; and we took-in a 'cool' car-film (Netflix); I dreamt that night in sleep that I had become a capitalist, a true-and-quiet capitalist...something of a used-and-found 'nerdist' of all things Earthling quality (for the sales).