Los Angeles, California
Body Dumper destiny is a concept I have spoke of. It is kind of like Karma but different. Different in the sense that you could be the most awful person, never saying hello to old people or petting dogs. But Dumpers will still arrive near your feet like January snow in upper Canada . On the other hand you could be an Angel and still have twisted BD destiny. I was with Danny late one evening. We were admiring the people gathering near an LA nightclub called Locker Room on Spring St. Next thing we know a sinister green Dumper comes lurching past us. I was slow to react. My phone was buried. But Danny pulled off some real hero shit and snapped a motion shot! I could not believe our luck. By this time the guy driving the whip had noticed our efforts. We did not stop though. We got our money shot as the Dumper made a turn to get away. It took a creaky Dumper turn in to the parking garage burying itself in the lower levels.
You try not panic in a scenario such as this. It’s best to eat street meet and continue the evening. But something did not feel right. I had to wonder what was being unloaded from the trunk in that parking garage. A high end block in deown teown LA is not the place that needs foul play. We made our way home safely though. Which eliminated any latent anxiety about the lurching green meanie and its contents. I must say, that Dumper in the parking garage reminded me of a scene from one of my favorite movies.
