AutoCare is evil and is located @ 1240 South State Highway 89 91 Logan, Utah

I was hoping that I would somehow become a successful author who's stories would be read by millions, and that that would be the time to share the following true story and thereby slander the company in question. But, just in case this doesn't happen, or I die before I get the chance, I'm writing about it here so that at least two people will know.
The following is the statement I wrote as soon as I got back to my flat after the incident. Keep in mind that this was written right when I got back and so if it seems incoherent, choppy, or like a bunch of incomplete thoughts it's because I was so shaken up and angry. Plus I was freezing cold from being out in the snow with only a hooded sweatshirt. Oh yeah, and the language may be offensive but I'm not editing it.

"April 24, 2008
Statement


My brother got pulled over while riding my unregistered motorcycle. Turns out there was a “Bench Warrant” out for his arrest because he went to pay his ticket one day late and didn’t have enough money to cover the $100 late fee they imposed for the 20 hour difference. This warrant allowed the officer to search Trae, my brother. Upon this search he found some crumbs of marijuana in his pocket, at least that’s what Trae told me. So he was arrested. He asked the officer if he could just call me, the rightful owner of the bike, who lived not far from the spot, to pick up the bike. The officer said no and the bike was impounded.
After a hectic ordeal with a very rude woman at the motor vehicle department of the courthouse, we finally got it all sorted out. The bike was to be commercially towed. Trae wanted to see if we could just put it in his truck and drive it home.
We met at AutoCare, handed the release form for the bike to the lady at the desk, paid for it, and she handed me a receipt. I was about to ask about towing but she said, “It’s around back.” I said, “Just around this corner?” I wanted to make sure I had heard her correctly. “Yeah, just around the side,” she said, pointing to the north side of the building. I was relieved because, from the sound of it, they were going to let us load it ourselves, saving us about $65.
We drove around back to the corner of the lot where my bike sat, being pelted by hail-type snow. Mat Rowley came out saying that Cody or someone, wanted to talk to Trae. Trae said, “Okay, I’ll be there in a minute.” Mat went inside. Trae told me that he used to work here, until the week before when he found a better job and quit, without contacting anyone or coming in. So he thought Cody wanted to chew him out about that. We put down the tailgate and Cody comes running out, yelling and swearing. He said that we couldn’t take the bike, it had to be commercially towed. Trae yelled, “Oh, don’t do this just because you have a beef with me.” To which Cody yelled, “I have a fucking beef with you because you can’t use a fucking phone!” I tried to explain to the man that the lady at the front desk said, “Okay, it’s just around back,” implying that we could just transport it ourselves. Him and Trae yelled and swore at each other. The man yelled that it has to be commercially towed. I calmly asked him how much they would charge to tow it. He ignored me. Him and Trae continued yelling.
The man said we had to leave. I said, “We just paid to get my bike, can we just get it towed?” Trae said something and the man said to one of his employees, “Call the cops, we’ve got trespassers!” Trae and I were shocked. By this point Trae had calmed down, but the man hadn’t. Trae said they should just talk it out, but the man ran to the fence and locked the gate, locking us in. The fence had barbed wire. I said to him, not believing what I was seeing, “You’re gonna hold us prisoner? I just want to get my bike.”
By this point he had his cell phone out and was calling the police. I tried to explain to him the misunderstanding with the girl at the front desk, that I just wanted to get my bike, and that we can just get it towed, but he wasn’t really paying attention.
The police came. Trae told them the story, accurately, though he forgot to mention the fact that the lady at the front desk made it sound like we could just take the bike. So I filled the officer in on that. He gave us witness forms. We filled them out.
“What now,” Trae asked as he handed the officer the form. He told us that no charges were being filed right now. He said that the forms that we and the stack that an employee handed to the officer, (despite the fact that only 3 or so of their employees were present, it seems they filled out forms) would be read by the county prosecutor or city attorney, and that he would decide if he wants to press charges on either side.
Within less than 2 minutes we were accused of trespassing then held hostage. If we were trespassing, why would he lock the gate? The whole idea of trespassing is that the owner of the property doesn’t want people there, but instead of kicking us out they locked us in. This seems to me to represent the opposite idea of trespassing."

I distinctly remember, and apparently was too anxious to get this written and forgot to include, that, while the man and my brother were yelling back and forth I told him we just paid for the bike to be released. He said it needed to be commercially towed. I said, "Fine, how much do you charge to tow?" He ignored me and proceeded to lock the gate. In the end they made us leave and said we'd have to get the bike the next day. Since they charge something like $20 a day for holding the bike, they added this to the bill. I'd driven separately that day so my brother left and I got in my car. As I started pulling away the guy that locked us in waved me down. He informed me he had no problem with me but that my brother has a really bad temper (he came out of the building yelling and swearing at us). He said that if I wanted to have them tow it the next day he would wave the extra day's fee. Otherwise we could get another company to tow and he'd have to charge us this additional day.
I went back the next day to meet a guy from another towing company to tow the bike. I'd had enough with AutoCare and I didn't want to pay them towing fees. I wanted to sue AutoCare for what their employee had done to us, but I didn't have the money. I thought I should share my story so you know what kind of people you're dealing with when you go to this company.

I feel sick, so I'll write about how I'm excited.

In the late afternoon of yesterday I felt it was time I make my switch from summer music to that of the fall persuasion. As I selected my "Fally Fall Fall" playlist dozens of memories flooded my head with feelings from years past. Autumn, and October in particular, is one of my favorite times in the yearly calendar. I love the dark, eerie, comfortable feeling that belongs to this season of dying and decay. Plus it's one of the best months for Movie Night!

Matchbook Numbers

How do babies think? Obviously they don't think in terms of language. Life must suck for a baby. I've written about this before but I still find it interesting. Infants experience some extreme things and have no way of working it out in their minds and no historical knowledge to base these experiences on. No wonder they cry so much! They have no other options. One of my best friends, who's a bit of a musical genius, addressed this subject when he wrote a song years ago making references to a child teething, implying the confusion and strangeness of the experience from the perspective of the child who has no idea what is happening to their mouth. His band's name is Code Hero, check them out.
Anyway, Michelle suggested the possibility that they just experience pure emotion and don't really have firm cognitive thoughts. Perhaps. I think they probably do think, but I really don't know. I can't possibly go further without making this religious. I believe we were alive before life on Earth and I believe we will live after our physical bodies die. And I believe we were intelligent enough before this life to use and understand language, so maybe babies think in that language but lack the ability, and knowledge of how to use their new muscles and body, to create speech.
When I started writing this I didn't plan on leading it to this area, but here we are. I just don't know what goes on inside the minds of children. I don't remember. But I bloody well wish I could.

No one will read this.

Henry was vegging out at work the other day I he thought to myself, "Maybe it should be: Live everyday as if its your first. Then you'll be in awe of everything and want to experience more and more." To which I told him, "Henry, I think you're onto something! You're the best brain I've ever had."
I would love to say that I'll try to make this my new motto, my new paradigm, that I'll try to live everyday in wonder of its beauties and try to experience new things and appreciate all that I've already experienced, but I think we all know that I won't.

Yeah mom, we've already had dinner.

Dear old people,
I think its about time we go over some basic rules of pronunciation. I'm sick of hearing a lot of you pronouncing things wrong. The letter "h" seems to be your toughest obstacle, so lets settle some things with that. There have been so many times I've heard human said as "u-man". Another thing is the way you kids have been saying what, where, when, why, and other various words starting with w and followed by h. In these words the h is silent, or at least, as is obvious by looking at the word, follows the w. Please stop saying hwat, hwere, hwen, and hwy. Its just plain annoying.
Please correct these problems as soon as possible, thank you.
-The management

A headache, an overpriced b-day present, and a fetus.

Today a doctor did an ultrasound on Michelle. This is our healthy 12 week old parasite.

UpD8

I'm putting up some pictures and whatnot on another blog. And here's the address:
http://picsfromatron.blogspot.com/