Living on the precipice of adventure my whole life, I guess it was only a matter of time before I left my well equipped boyhood room to really risk it all for the trip of a lifetime. Today I discovered Man Cave Collectibles, somewhere down the road where there used to be this hut in the shape of an orange before our pervert Government got hungry for the juices of it’s people again.
That’s right, they wanna tear down Man Cave Collectibles, our very own slice of Route 66 history, because what I saw when I was there was a real museum, an institution of our very own Downtown Boys Ministry: the shear badass-ry of motorcycles as guided by the Word or the Lord. Pastor Dan was a real friendly dude, told me all about the place and these family friendly events they do; he told me about having girls in Bikini’s there for magazines.
I was grateful for the powerfully delivered advice he gave me before I left. He continued his work on his slot machine memorabilia, totally unfazed by my tough questions. It was a totally different experience than talking to your typical evangelizer. He wasn’t caught up at all in some weird word chess game about how I’m wrong and he’s right, he simply told me to do what I like and waited for me to go away.
That’s when I knew I trusted him, that and that he works with actually needy people for free, you know, like how a Christian might sometimes go visit prisoners in jails. There was no need for any clever word play or appeals with big words in them. He told me that I gotta do what I like. He also communicated to me that I could get even better advice if I talk to Smoky sometime.
I sit, encouraged by Pastor Dan’s words of wisdom. On my way home from his sacred place, I saw a man in a wheel-chair, legs amputed, lopsided, a little above the shins and wrapped in dirty bandages. He was in the middle of the road as he wheeled by lots of undeveloped wilderness. It made me feel that I should never stop living as long as skinny-young-ethnic-hot-chicks continue to lie with me on account of my writings. I hope it isn’t true that you are all narcas.
-Danny
P.S if you wanna visit, here’s the address:
15305 Foothill Blvd, Fontana CA 92335