Late one afternoon, Vinnie Green was in his garage working on his 1970 Chevy Chevelle. His dream car was almost completely restored. He was a tall, eighteen-year-old kid who wore his brown hair long and his jeans old. On his feet were a pair of tennis shoes and on his chest, his badge of honor, a logo of one of his favorite heavy metal bands, King Diamond. He leaned out of the engine compartment when his friend Mike Allwa walked into his garage.
“How’s it hanging, Vin?” Mike asked with a big “I got some trouble brewing up my sleeve” smile. Mike (about six inches shorter than his friend with long black hair) was dressed just like Vin, but his shirt displayed another band, a group that was current and new, Five Finger Death Punch–great band if you haven’t listened to them by now.
Mike was the guy that always got Vin into trouble, from selling a little weed to taking a car off a sales lot for a joyride. Mike had gotten Vin to do it all with little or no persuasion. Vin was an easy-going guy, a like-to-go-along-with-the-flow kind of guy, so anything Mike suggested they do, Vin usually had no problems doing . . . to be continued next Sunday at 6 A.M. Check out the Category “Tales from the Blog” for other stories posted weekly.