It's parked down on Chauncey and Jerome with a flat left rear. I think it has finally lost its will to live. It shows no interest and fails to recognize me. The headlights and grill are covered with frozen mud and somebody snapped off the aerial. One windshield wiper is in the up position, the other is gone altogether.
Beak city is the ditty.
At this point, a smart guy realizes that bad as it is, it could be worse. You never know when there might be a nuclear exchange. So, while Bellucci is gone, I devise a little merchandising ploy to put the place on the map. The method I'm not prepared to reveal because I'm truthfully thinking of taking this concept public and franchising it again and again around the world. Five days didn't go by from its inception to the point where there were lines of people literally out into the street trying to get in.