This place is around the corner from where we stay. It's been around for ages, and old man Smith runs it himself. Dressed in his dark blue onesie and limping to change a tire on a '77 Dodge, I saw him just last month. Then nothing. Closed for business. Even the freaking anarchist wannabes have smashed all the glass. Last night, I stumbled home after a 16 hour shift. The ghosts have taken up residence. I approached them from the side, like they tell you to do. But, even they had no word. This is their place now to feel the warmth of an incandescent lightbulb before they slip away to another side. Who knows what happened to Old man Smith. You should know this is a made up story. Everything I write is made up, so don't come calling me a liar later on. You are always warned #smithtire #stclaude #nolaasfuck
