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Jake Sweeney Chevrolet takes pride in being a trusted a Chevy dealer in Cincinnati, serving the Hamilton, Fairfield, and Middletown areas. We offer a wide selection of new and used vehicles, and trusted auto service for all your car needs. We are fully committed to providing the best customer service possible as we aim to make the car buying process seamless.

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YOUR INDEPENDENT MOVIE GUIDE

Rebel//Rebel (2023) Movie Score: 8.5/10

By Alan Ng | May 16, 2023

Struggling with addiction, Jake Hughes, a former Hollywood star, hopes to revive his career in a small Midwestern town in writer-director Drew Harwood’s feature, Rebel//Rebel. Jake Hughes (Gareth Koorzen) knows his final opportunity at his tenuous grasp of stardom is a small indie production filming on the outskirts of Cincinnati, Ohio. Giving Jake his one last chance is his producer friend, AJ (Chris Taylor). On the car trip, AJ insists that Jake stays clean throughout the production.

As Jake checks into his motel, he is confronted with the not-so-subtle attempts to keep an eye on him. His handler, Leann (Katie Garland-Noble), has been posted outside his door to ensure he doesn’t go anywhere at night. His co-star, Cali (Heather Fay), is also there to make friends and keep him at bay.

Jake, though, has been using for a long time and knows all the tricks to dodge his handlers and find drugs in a town he doesn’t know. While on a “quick trip” to the local convenience store, Jake meets Brandon (Drew Harwood), who happens to have a drug supplier. The man invites Jake to a party that evening. Brandon is legit, and Jake now has all he needs to get through this shoot.

Rebel//Rebel has an interesting take on the drug addict’s story. It’s not the well-worn tale of the struggle with temptation, ruining everything, and finding salvation in rehab. Jake doesn’t precisely have a character arc. Instead, the film is much more about the addict and their relationship with those around them, whether long-time friends, passive acquaintances, or complete strangers. These relationships are tested along the way.

“…AJ insists that Jake stays clean throughout the production.”

Starting with AJ, he is the one who has put his professional reputation on the line for a friend. He’s the one responsible for getting him on set and sober. With Jake, it soon becomes a game of cat and mouse. Then there are Jake’s new professional relationships. Cali goes in with the best intentions and is confronted with the sober reality of Jake’s problem. Sandra (Sidney Edwards) is the motel’s housekeeper who strikes a friendship with Jake. Their relationship is one of admiration on both ends and tested throughout.

The most caustic interaction comes with his new best friend and drug dealer, Brandon. As the two become fast friends, Jake is led into dangerous encounters with Brandon’s drug associates. Also, their partying gets Jake into the most trouble with AJ and the other producers.

Koorzen gives a fascinating performance as the lead of Rebel//Rebel. Subtle is the best way to describe his acting. He maintains a somewhat even keel throughout the film, modulating just enough to hint at whether he’s heading to a dark place or, if he’s right there, ready to do his job. If you’ve ever known (yet not really) an addict, the man’s portrayal rings frightfully authentic. The fantastic supporting cast, chockful of new and emerging actors, assist him and the story wonderfully.

But, again, this character-driven drama is all about subtlety. Each character Jake interacts with represents a different person at various places in an addict’s life. Everyone is tested and pushed to their limits to see how they react. Some don’t need to be pushed very far, while others choose to go the distance with Jake without knowing the end game.

Addiction is one of those subjects that we all have experience with. Whether it is our personal struggle or a friend or family member’s struggles, it’s easy to see the situation from our point of view. With Rebel//Rebel, Harwood chooses to forgo the “Oscar-bait” extreme character arc of the addiction and instead grounds the story to a level that we all have faced on the human level. There are no lessons here, but one will find empathy for those suffering through the throes of addiction.

REBEL//REBEL (2023)

Directed and Written: Drew Harwood

Starring: Gareth Koorzen, Drew Harwood, Chris Taylor, Sidney Edwards, Heather Fay, Katie Garland-Noble, etc.

MOVIE SCORE: 8.5/10

"…Koorzen gives a fascinating performance..."

[theultimatefan]

Motobyo Launches Crowdfunded Capital Raise Campaigns with Netcapital and Fundable

Motobyo, the tech-driven used car marketplace designed for everyday consumers, not dealers, today launched two crowdfunded capital raise campaigns for individual investors with industry leaders Netcapital and Fundable.

The auto industry tech leader is raising $4 million to power the future growth of Motobyo, including expansion into other regions of the United States.

Interested investors can view up-to-the-minute updates on Motobyo starting today on Netcapital at https://netcapital.com/companies/motobyo and on Fundable at https://www.fundable.com/motobyo.

Motobyo’s founders committed $1.1 million in capital investment to support itds early pre-launch efforts and then raised $2.5 million in additional funds to support the Company’s August 2022 beta launch in the Greater Philadelphia DMA.

During that beta launch, Motobyo gained greater brand awareness and organic customer growth with increasing use of its online auction marketplace that connects used car sellers and buyers.

“We are pleased with the traction of the business during our beta launch,” said Ron Averett, Chief Executive Officer of Motobyo. “We are already experiencing more than 3,500 individuals requesting our vehicle liquidation services monthly. Although our primary focus has been on the Philadelphia DMA we have been actively conducting tests nationally and now have account holders in more than 40 states across the country. Looking ahead, we see a clear roadmap to accelerate our expansion and growth.”

Providing services and products to everyday consumers that are traditionally associated with automobile dealerships, Motobyo’s national partnership network includes Firestone Complete Auto Care, Tires Plus and Wheel Works, Meineke, Midas and Your Mechanic (car inspection and service); Credible (financing); The Zebra (insurance); Acertus (titling); Carfax and AutoCheck (car history); Ekata (customer ID verification); and uShip (vehicle transport).

Motobyo has also partnered with over 30 Philadelphia-area dealers as buying centers to support its cash offer solution.

Plans for 2023 include more focused expansion beyond the Philadelphia DMA into other markets, including all of Pennsylvania, North Jersey and New York as well as metro markets such as Baltimore, DC / northern Virginia, Chicago, Dallas, Cincinnati, Atlanta, Birmingham and more.

“While the general theme of the business this year will be on expansion, our overriding focus will continue to be on demonstrating how Motobyo can assist vehicle sellers in maximizing their value and providing our buyers access to a fantastic selection of inventory,” Averett said.

Motobyo enables private party individuals to buy and sell vehicles, without the typical inefficiencies associated with the used car industry. Empowering both sides of the transaction, sellers get top dollar value without leaving money on the table, while buyers have access to services typically only provided by a dealer.

Providing a platform unparalleled in the used car industry – Motobyo is directly connecting vehicle supply to demand – saving time, avoiding the normal hassles and headaches and providing consumers with value not available anywhere else in the industry.

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Devil in Miami part 5

mostly just fluff and getting to know you type stuff in this one.

TWs: mentions of death, unaliving, and drug use. please lmk if i missed anything. enjoy :)

“What’s your last name?” I ask him.

He gives me a curious smile. “Hacker. What’s yours?”

“Y/l/n.”

“I like that,” he says.

I give him a playful side eye and drop my towel, sliding my clothes on from earlier. I climb under the covers with him and he extends him arm out, inviting me to cuddle with him. I move toward him and lay my head on his chest as he’s propped against the headboard of the bed.

“So you’re from Seattle?” I ask, looking up at him.

“Yes ma’am,” he nods.

“How’s your family situation?”

That may have been a prying way to ask but I want to get to the point with him.

“Um… complicated, I guess,” he says, pursing his lips.

“I just want to know more about you. I don’t know anything about you.”

He smiles down a me. “Well… I guess I can tell you. But only if you tell me about yourself next.”

I giggle. “Okay, deal. And don’t spare any dirty details, because I plan on being brutally honest.”

“Okay,” he nods. “Well. I guess to start, I grew up in Seattle. My dad was a cop, my mom was an accountant. I have a brother, Reggie. He lives in Boston now, he goes to college there. We’re pretty close nonetheless. He’s 2 years younger than me. I don’t have much family other than that. I mean I have my grandparents on my mom’s side. I don’t see them often in person but we stay in contact through phone calls.”

“You said ‘was’ with both of your parents. Are they still around?”

“No,” he sighs. “They both died when I was 15. My mom died in a car accident. It was snowing one night and there was a big pile up on the highway she got wrapped up in. My dad was one of the first responders to the scene and didn’t even know she was there until his coworkers found her. Obviously, he was devastated and fell into a really deep depression and ended up committing suicide a few months after she died.”

My heart sinks and I feel a wave of guilt wash over me over the fact I had hoped he came from a struggling background. Why would I wish that on him when he’s been so tolerant of me?

I grab his hand and loosely lace our fingers together. “I’m so, so sorry Vinnie,” I say softly.

He looks straight ahead, like he’s avoiding eye contact with me. “It’s okay. I mean it is what it is,” he shrugs. “After that, my grandparents took care of us.”

“How were they? Did they do okay for you guys?”

“I mean… they didn’t have a lot of money. My grandpa has a lot of health problems and my grandma is a pretty bad alcoholic. She got worse after my mom died. It really wasn’t the best situation. I love them and I would have rather us been with them than with strangers in the foster care system but it was hard. I pretty much raised my brother after that. As soon as Reggie turned 18 and went off to school, I fled Seattle and went to Cincinnati, Ohio for a year before moving here. I still support all of them financially but I just couldn’t stand to live in that city anymore.”

I nod. “I understand.”

“I guess that’s all there is to know, for now. That’s all the main stuff.”

“What led you to this lifestyle? What you do now?”

“Money. I just needed to make money anyway I could. I never really intended to end up in this lifestyle but that’s what happened. Quicker than I ever expected. I had a childhood friend who turned into a drug addict, but I still hung around him. I never did drugs myself but I met a lot of dealers through him. I ended up meeting this guy, Julio. We got to talking one night and over time, one thing led to the next and now here I am,” he says, looking down at me.

“And you just launder money?” I ask.

He nods. “Mostly. But sometimes I have to do other shit. Shit I really don’t want to do.”

“Like what?”

He shrugs and shakes his head. “I just do a lot of damage control for the group I work in. A lot of times, if something starts to go south, I have to step in and do whatever I can to stop it. It gets complicated and messy sometimes, but it’s a part of the deal. And it’s the main reason I make the big bucks,” he gestures to rest of the house.

“Did you go to college?” I ask.

“Yeah, I studied finance. I got an associates degree at a community college, nothing too fancy but it gave me the base knowledge I need to do what I do now. But enough about me. Let me hear about you.”

Ughh. I hate opening up to people.

“Well, my family situation is similar to yours in the way that I don’t have many people. Actually, I really only have my step mom and my sister, Cara. Cara is 4 years younger than me. My dad was a welder, my mom was a hairstylist.”

“Was?” He asks.

“Yeah. My dad died when I was 15, too. Actually, I think it would have been the same year your parents died if I’m doing the math right,” I say looking up at him. He has a sorrowful expression on his face.

“He overdosed,” I continue. “My mom isn’t dead… at least as far as I know. She ran off to California like 6 years ago, I haven’t spoken to her but maybe a handful of times since. They were both addicts. Well, my mom still is. Last I heard she was homeless living in Escondido. My parents broke up when I was younger, never married. My dad met Lisa and got married to her when I was 10. She’s not an addict but she’s got a lot of mental health problems. I love her though, she practically raised us.”

“I’m so sorry you went through all that,” he says, gently brushing my hair back.

“It’s okay. Like you said, it is what it is. At least I have my sister. We’re close. She’s not in college for anything but she’s doing okay. She’s a nail tech and actually makes decent money doing it. She’s really talented with it.”

“That’s good,” he gently kisses my forehead. “Did you go to college?”

“Nope. I thought about it but I couldn’t think of anything I want to do so I just didn’t bother.”

“What got you into what you do now?”

“Same as you. Money. We struggled greatly financially. Like, full blown poverty. We still don’t do that well. I mean, I make money doing what I do but like I said, I can’t spend it right now so it’s useless.”

He’s quiet for a moment before speaking again. “Like I said, I can help with that. Just say the word. I have a plan for you and everything ready to go. I want you to do well. I don’t want to see you struggle,” he says, resting his cheek against the top of my head.

I feel a sudden wave of affection for him. The way he’s holding me, the ways he’s talking to me. One thing I hate about myself is that I can fall in love at the drop of a hat. But even knowing this, and knowing that I hate it about myself I don’t want this feeling for him to go away.

I scoot a little closer to him and look up at him. “Tell me how it would work. How it all works. How do you do what you do?”

“Well, it can get insanely complicated. I’ve spent the last 3 years learning about all of this and mastering it, so I’m not going to be able to explain it all to you right now. It’s just too much. But I can explain what I have in mind for you and go from there.”

“Okay, that’s fair.”

“There are different ways people go about laundering money. The 4 main ones are smurfing, foreign investments, business schemes, and gambling. Gambling is what I had in mind for you.”

I give him a confused look. “How the hell would that work?”

He chuckles. “Well, we’d take a trip to Macau and you’d gamble.”

“Um…” I start giggling. “Where? How? What?”

“Alright, so Macau is a place in China. It’s kinda like a city with it’s own legal system even though it’s technically still a part of China. And it is the gambling capital of the world. I mean this place makes Vegas look like your uncle’s weekend basement poker game. In looks and in actual gambling activity… there’s just other no place like it.”

“Okay, that’s interesting,” I say, pursing my lips.

“And they have some of the most lax laws surrounding gambling proceeds and reporting. It’s one of the easiest ways to launder money, especially for people in your situation.”

“So, what, I have to risk my money?”

“No. I mean maybe some of it but not much. There’s a bit more to it, which I’ll explain at some point if you decide to do this. But basically, you’d buy however much of your money you want to launder in chips. Then play a few games with small bets, and cash out. Whatever amount of money you’re left with is what you claim as your winnings. This money is then reported as legal earnings and you’re free to spend it however you want to after you pay the proper taxes.”

“Really? That seems like it’s too simple.”

He laughs. “Yeah, that’s why people do it. But it’s not good long term, you can only do it so much before it starts raising red flags with the feds. But it’s perfect for your situation. You have a chunk of cash you need to convert to usable money. Then you can invest that and start laundering in other ways,” he rests his cheek back on my head. “Or, if you’re smart and do what I hope you do, you’ll invest it to start making legal money some other way and get the hell out of the criminal lifestyle before you get caught.”

“That’s bold coming from you. You’ve made, what… millions doing this?”

“Yeah, and now I’m in so deep I don’t think I’ll ever be able to get out,” he looks down at me. “You don’t want to be in my situation. It won’t end well for me. It never does for people in this line of work.”

My heart drops to my stomach and I get a small rush of adrenaline. I know it’s silly but I already can’t stand the thought of losing him. “Don’t say that, Vinnie.”

“It is what it is, little lady. I’ve accepted the fate of what’s probably coming for me. I wish you wouldn’t do it at all but I understand why you do. You’re a grown woman and make your own decisions. But I hope you realize what’s going to happen if you keep it up. Your fate won’t be too different from mine.”

He’s right. It’s a matter of time before I’m caught or killed. It’s only going to take one slip up or one really angry man.

“How money much do you have, anyway?” He asks.

“I honestly don’t know. Almost all of my transactions are cash so I have a duffle bag full.”

His mouth drops. “A fucking duffle bag full?”

“Mhmm,” I nod.

“How big are the bills?”

“Mostly 20s, 50s and 100s.”

“Jesus woman.”

“What?”

“You’ve never counted it?”

“No. I lost track a while ago and now it’s just too much to count,” I shrug.

“Can we go get it?”

“Right now?” I ask.

“Yeah. I’m curious to know.”

“I guess so. I’d have to sneak in, though, I don’t want to wake Lisa.”

“Well, let’s go,” he says, getting up.

—

“Are you driving?” Vinnie asks as we walk into the parking garage.

“Um… I guess I can but my car is embarrassing.”

“What do you mean?”

“It’s just a junker. It’s loud, radio doesn’t work,” I sigh. “It’s just old and ugly.”

He smiles. “I don’t care. But I can drive if you want.”

“Okay, I’d prefer that.”

We start to make our way across the parking garage and I stop at his G-Wagon.

“Not that one, I don’t have those keys on me,” he says, shaking his head.

“Oh,” I say.

“It’s over here,” he keeps walking.

He pulls his keys out and the lights flash on a light blue Rolls Royce. I stop in my tracks and look at him with my brows drawn together and my mouth partially open.

“What?” He asks, looking confused.

“Is this a Rolls Royce Ghost?”

He chuckles. “Yeah, brand new. Just got it a few weeks ago.”

“How much was this?”

He hesitates. “Doesn’t matter.”

“I wanna know.”

He sighs. “I had a custom paint job and got the loaded version so it’s was a little more expensive.”

“How much?” I ask, crossing my arms.

“I don’t know like.. somewhere around $430,000 give or take.”

I scoff. “And you were gonna kill me over that stupid watch like it was gonna put a dent in your pocket?”

He scoffs back at me. “Shhh. I never planned on actually killing you.”

“You pulled a gun on me, Vinnie.”

He walks over and covers my mouth. “Shhh, someone’s gonna hear you, you goofball. Get in the car.”

He pulls me over and opens the door for me. I roll my eyes, and climb in.

“I was only trying to scare you when I did that. Clearly it didn’t work. You’re insane.”

I can’t help but giggle. “I want to argue with you on that but you’re right.”

“I know,” he smiles and shuts the door behind me.

“Ohh these have the ceilings that look like stars!” I say as he climbs in the driver’s side.

He smiles at me as he starts the car and the roof lights up even brighter.

I look around and notice the screen in the front of the car on the dashboard. I get on my knees and turn around to look at the back seat.

“It just looks expensive,” I say.

“It is expensive,” he laughs, watching me.

“What’s this?” I press a button on the side of the seat and a little door drops, exposing a small TV screen on the back of the seat. I glance over at him. He has a wide grin across his face.

“That’s real wood, by the way,” he says, talking about small door.

“What the fuck,” I shake my head.

“There’s a fridge back there, too.”

“What?! Where?” I ask, looking around.

“The middle arm rest that you pull down. Behind it is a fridge.”

I climb in the back carefully and open it. Sure enough, there’s a god damn mini fridge built in.

“What other secrets does this thing have?”

“Um… there are umbrellas built into all the doors.”

“Huh?” I ask.

“Open the back door.”

I pull the handle and the door glides open on its own, catching me off guard.

“Oh, and the doors open semi-automatically,” he smiles. “See that button on the side?”

“Yeah,” I say, running my finger over it.

“Press it.”

I push it and an umbrella pops out, ready to open and use.

I start laughing. “Fucking ridiculous.”

“But cool, right?”

I smile at him. “It’s pretty damn cool.”

I shut the back door get back in the front. “I’d be scared to drive this thing.”

“Psh, it’s nothing,” he says pulling out of the garage.

“To you,” I scoff. “This thing costs more than… I don’t even know. My literal whole life.”

He smiles at me. “We’re about to change that.”

I sigh. “Vinnie, this car alone still costs more than my duffle bag full of cash.”

He purses his lips for a moment then looks at me. “I’ll change your life if you want me too.”

I stare at him and feel my cheeks flush with a rush of adrenaline at the thought of any of this. The possibility of this being my future, and the means by which I’ll have to get it if I want it - the risk I’m probably going to have to take.

I sit back in my seat and cross my arm. I don’t know if I’m fully convinced what we’re about to do is going to work. It feels almost surreal at this point, but it is real. It is happening.

“Okay,” I say softly, nodding my head.

As we get on the highway, he looks at me. “Are you scared of going fast?”

A little.

“Not at all,” I say.

He floors it as we cross the 195 bridge over the bay. The feeling causes my heart to drop and my body gets pushed back into the seat.

I start laughing. “Holy shit!”

He weaves around a few cars. “This thing goes 0-60 in 4.3 seconds. Pretty damn impressive for a sedan.”

“How fast are we going?”

He glances down. “132 miles per hour.”

“Oh my god!” I cover my face with my hands.

He laughs and starts slowing down. “Alright, alright. I’ll calm down”

I smile. “That was kinda fun, I can’t lie.”

“You wanna drive it? I’ll let you drive back.”

My heart skips a beat at the thought. “You would trust me with that?”

“Yeah of course,” he smiles.

I bite my lip and look down. “I don’t know, that’s a lot of responsibility. I’ll let you know how I feel after we get this money.”

“Okay,” he chuckles and puts his hand on my thigh.

[shoot-the-oneshot]

DIRTY

Lee Bodecker x reader

Warnings: language and slight violence

He hated her, he hated her the second she walked into his station all chummy chummy with the mayor, who he’s been trying to get down here for a face to face for ages. Having the current mayor on his side would definitely help him when election comes back around. Lee plasters on a fake smile when the pair get to his office door, pulling his duty belt up a bit higher from where it’s fallen.

“Mayor, to what do I owe the pleasure?” He stood, shaking the older mans hand ignoring the woman all together, she was wearing one of their uniforms so he figured if she’s a new deputy she would learn who runs this show and if she didn’t well, he could show her himself one night on patrol. While he wasn’t looking forward to having a girl around a female officer on the department would look great to the voters, he silently thought.

“Bodecker, I think it’s high time we have a talk,” the mayor stated making himself way to comfortable in his office. The brief thought that he knew of his extra curricular activities ran through the sheriff’s head. But Lee knew how the real world worked if anything the mayor should be shaking his hand in appreciation for keeping this shit hole safe, the whole town should in his opinion.

“Now Lee, I know this won’t be easy to hear so I’m just gonna’ come out with it. Miss Y/L/N, is taking over your position as sheriff.”

If Lee wasn’t so appalled at the new information he would’ve seen the shock on the womens face as well. But he was to locked in on the mayor to notice. But for once he took his sister’s advice and took a deep breath, surly it wasn’t what he thought and instead the man was presenting him with the news that Lee himself was taking over as mayor and of course he couldn’t be in the role of sheriff if he were to take over. That had to be it, Lees work had finally paid off. All those late nights in the company of meaningless women would end, he’d have to find a sweet girl to fit the image of a mayors wife. That might be hard to do in this small town but he’d figure it out. He was pulled from his inner planning as the mayor rose from his seat.

“I’m sure you can find a new desk out there and clear this office out for the new sheriff in town!” The old man stated proudly patting the girl on the back, who herself had just met eyes with Lee. Now she has locked eyes with many criminal in her time but she had never seen anger quite like his in this moment. Her back involuntarily straightening had the loud bark he let out.

“What!”

“Now Lee,” the mayor started, expecting an outburst, Quickly getting cut off.

“No! Do you know what I have done for this fuckin’ town? This is an elected position, one I’ve won two times over and you’re gonna’ hand it over to some bitch!”

Lee snarled his hands coming down hard on the desk filling the small office with a sharp clap.

“As mayor I can over rule an election when the elected falls short. And you have been for a while Lee, crime rates have gone up and closed cases going down. Does that sound like a good sheriff to you?”

The only sound in the room being Lee’s huffs like an angry bull when you entered its pin. Which Y/n had felt like that’s exactly what she had unknowingly done.

“The conversation is over, leave us be deputy.”

If Lees jaw could clench any harder it’d surly break. Glaring at the girl as he roughly pushed past her, the whole station hearing the argument between the two and was watching as Lee treaded to a nearby desk barking at the watchers as he went.

“Show’s over get back to your jobs!”

“Yes sherif-deputy”

The assistants sputtering only angered Lee more. Finally the mayor left and you came out of his-your office.

“I understand what a shock the must’ve been to you all, believe it or not it was to me too.” Her eyes shot over to Lee hoping he wasn’t to angry still, he was. “Anyway I know you all have a way of doing things and I’m not here to change anything so let keep up the good police work.”

The months following were rough for the ex sheriff, he never had gotten used to being sent out to deal with house parties that got to loud and the case of Mrs.Jenkins, missing poodle. That was a deputys job not his, no matter what his new title was. And you hadn’t made his time any easier.

Miss Y/n Y/l/n, at first she had tried to make friends with him and the rest of the deputies, him being the only one resisting. After finally giving up she began what he believed was a game of ‘how angry can I make Lee today’ sendin’ him out on those joke cases, all while eating his candy he had in his old office.

And to make matters worse the entire town was practically smitten with her, her sweet looks but hard hand on the crime in the area had won their hearts the crime rate dropping ninety percent in the first three months of her arrival. He had went to the library and dug up some newspaper about her, a hotshot detective from Cincinnati who was hailed a hero there after taking down a mob family, after that arrest the department saw how valuable female officers could be and she was no longer the only one within that department and hearing her success many departments followed in suit. And then she suddenly quit after making such a big name for herself So what was she doing here in this tiny town?

—————-

Knockemstiff, West Virginia. The large welcome sign reads as you drove past the trees flying by as blurs of green, the nature will take some getting used to as you didn’t have much in the city. It reminds you of the tiny potted plant you mother got you for your office when you made detective. It was a long, hard road to get there which makes leaving that much worse. You were at the highest of your career being the only women was rough the men didn’t respect you officers and criminals alike, you had to work ten times harder to make your mark and as ironic as it was when you hit that big break that’s when it all went down hill.

And here you are starting all over again and you figured it would be harder to earn the smalls towns respect. But it would all be worth it when you caught the guy you’ve been looking for. Your old boss had made a few calls when he learned your plans to chase leads on the road and one of the calls had been to the mayor of the town when he asked you to meet him at the sheriffs office you were shocked to hear you’d be taking over. You weren’t however when Lee continued to hate you for months to come, everyone said that’s just how he is but you know it was the sting of losing his position. It didn’t take you long to find out he had been dirty it was almost embarrassing how transparent it was.

But you knew if you were going to make any headway in this town when the time came you’d need someone who knew the ins and outs like Lee did, so you kept trying to get on his good side even noticing he liked sweets and breaking out the fancy ones you had from the city, you got the message quick when he threw them away staring right at you. You had one last trick up your sleeve, back in Cincinnati you partner always said cops and criminals aren’t that different it’s just the way they think. so that’s what you’ll do.

Grabbing your hat you walked out of your office boots clacking as you walked past his desk the gold name plate shining as the sunlight breaks through the windows.

“Come on Bodecker, you’re driving” you toss the keys to the cruiser over your shoulder, you know he’s following because you can feel his glare on the back of your head. You spoke as Lee slammed his door shut the car shifting under his weight a bit.

“Low level pot growers slash dealers on the outskirts of town this is their third warning.” Lee grunts is response and started driving the ride was uncomfortable to say the least.

“I know you read up on me I’m sure you have something to say about it?” Taking the glance he shot you out of the corner of his eye as a yes you continue.

“And I’m sure it’s along the lines of why I’m here?” Cue side glance again, “well when I started looking into the Galindos they didn’t take to kindly to that, they send some guys to my parents house when their threats didn’t stop me, it was completely by chance I was at their house when they came it was a big gun fight. Killed one but the others got away and they are the only members of the mafia still out there, I got the tags off the car they used and tracked it to here.”

You’d been parked outside the farm house for the last part of your story so you stepped out the car and rounded to the drivers side leaning down to meet Lees eyes through the open window.

“I want you to know I never wanted to take your position, I also know you were dirty when you were sheriff. So let’s make a deal.”

You can see him take in the information you’ve thrown at him during the short car ride, and he subtly nods “what’s the deal?”

“I know you’re not my biggest fan, but we can help each other. So deal is if you follow me we start over and you help me find the last Galindos no matter how dirty it gets.” You paused letting it sink in. “And if you don’t want to, leave me here and drive back to the station and we will never speak again, but I also won’t hold back on arresting your old buddies and we’ll see how fast they throw you under the bus.”

His eyes which you just now noticed were blue narrow at your words. Looks like country boy knows he would go down faster than milk with cookies if they got arrested. Tipping your hat you spin on your heel and head towards the run down farm house, your lips pull up hearing the car door shut behind you as his footfalls rushing to catch up.

“Didn’t think an officer of your caliber would resort to blackmail.” He grunts, as much as he hates that you’re right he also respected you a tiny bit now, lord know what he covered up for Sandy, so he understands the familial bond that you’re doing this for.

“That wasn’t blackmail, blackmail would be leaking those pictures of you on duty with a girl in your patrol car as you unload into a Pepsi cup.”

Now that made Lee pause in his steps, how the hell did she know that, he hasn’t had a girl around since she popped in. “Yeah I’ve been in town a while.” The pair make it to the paint chipped door, the deputy still slightly stunned but jumping back into action as you kicked the door down without so much as a knock first, Well that’s not protocol. The few men in the the house jump up at the sudden intrusion but are quickly pushed back down with a swift kick to the chest from you.

You know who you’re looking for you’ll leave the rest to Lee, grabbing the boy still sat at the table by his hair and yanking him face first on the floor as he yelped, knee pressing down on his back pulling his head back by your grip on his ponytail. “I’m not here for you.” Your snarled leaning down to his ear, throwing down a baggie with the families grower logo that you found outside your family home. “Next time you see the Galindos you tell them there’s a new sheriff in town.” Barley aware of the deputy entering the room you slammed the mans face down, blood already pouring out of his nose and onto the floor, that’s gonna’ stain.

Not casting Lee a glance as you strolled past him and back to the car, him on your heels, he definitely wasn’t expecting that from you. But he’d be a liar if it didn’t turn him on a bit you know what they say, the line between hate and lust is thin. At least that’s how it goes in his head.

He takes the long way back to the station wanting extra time to think how to ask his question. “You really have pictures of me?”

You looked over when you heard his gruff voice. Oh now he want to have a conversation. “I knew I’d need help with my investigation, you willing or not.”

“And how did you know I was dirty and wouldn’t have arrested you for that show back there?”

Did he think you were stupid, there were thousands of signs you just admitted to following him did he think you didn’t see his dealings. “You’re not the first crooked cop I’ve met, you let your ego get ahead of you, you were sloppy the signs were everywhere, plus.” You couldn’t help the smirk from on. “I never gave you the dealers address.”

Lee couldn’t stop the chuckle from escaping his mouth, she was smart he’d give her that. “You know I think this is the beginning of a great partnership deputy, perhaps even friends.” You tease him smiling as he huffs and rolls his eyes.

“Don’t call me that!”

“No problem.....deputy.”

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5 Favorite First Viewings of July 2021

Quick note: Hi everyone, I'm back, things have honestly been getting better for me, and I'm glad to be on this site full of cinephiles, people that are too horny, and cinephiles that are too horny. I'll be more active on here. But anyway, let's talk about some movies.

Beyond the Valley of the Dolls (1970) (dir. Russ Meyer)

CW: Abortion mention

What a picture. What a gorgeous, sexy, horrifying slice of what Hollywood and star life can do to a bunch of bright-eyed young people looking for success. Also is a critique of how macho nature can ruin friendships and romantic relationships with total ease. I was obsessed with the scene transitions, like Pet pouring pancake mix onto a plate after the abortion scene, or Kelly singing after someone screams before their murder in the opening scene.

Great, campy flick with exceptional music too.

Deep Cover (1992) (dir. Bill Duke)

Laurence Fishburne plays Russell Stevens, a Cincinnati police officer who hopes to do well by the community, to make a difference. He’s traumatized by the death of his substance-abusing father, and wants to make sure that he can help the people of his own town. He goes undercover on assignment as a drug dealer, where his boss orders him to take down the kingpin. Stevens realizes the police’s own failings while on assignment. The racist abuse he takes from Agent Carver, and the realization that the police department is protecting drug kingpins like Gallegos and Barbossa. Giving drugs to Black kids and Latinx kids so there will be less of them. The cops are no different than the drug kingpins looking to make filthy amounts of money.

Fishburne’s performance is excellent, as Stevens feels he has to maintain a stone face so he doesn’t get caught by Jason or Barbossa or any of his cronies, but also he maintains a stone face to try and hide his emotion, his trauma. But when he gets pissed, Fishburne acts it beautifully, as is when he has to deliver a funny quip to counter Jason’s douchebaggery. And the production design, holy fuck, the sets and the lighting.

A perfect neo-noir for the HW Bush years, arguably one of the most timeless commentaries on the era, as well as the police as a whole.

Fast Five (2011) (dir. Justin Lin)

I was torn between including this or Furious 7, but I ultimately went with Fast Five because it felt like an important turning point in the series, it's a great heist film, and it reached the same chaotic highs and genuinely excellent filmmaking that I had been waiting for since 2 Fast and Tokyo Drift.

Fast Five opens where Fast & 4ious left off. Dom is hauled away to prison on a bus. Mia and Brian drive in their high-tech cars and knock the bus over, helping Dom escape. The title drops. Fast Five. It’s such an intense yet short action scene, and dropping the title immediately after it lets the viewer know that this movie is not fucking around. It’s arguably gonna be more intense and insane than the previous one.

And it is. The filmmakers made the decision to use a lot more practical stunt work for the film, and as a result, it leads to, so far, the best action in the entire series, since 2 Fast and Tokyo Drift. It’s not just how it’s shot or edited, it’s the geography of the locations, the rooftop chase echoes the rooftop chase of Jackie Chan’s masterwork Police Story, particularly the way each character bounces from top to top.

And of course, there’s the silliest moment in the movie, the one that matches the intensity and kineticism of a film like 2 Fast, which is driving the Reyes’ bank vault throughout the street, getting chased by corrupt cops.

I know we make fun of Vin Diesel for saying “family” all the time in these films, but there’s a reason we remember him saying all of these impassioned monologues. Because he’s unbelievably sincere, and has so much love in his heart for every single person in the room. Anytime he delivers a speech to any of them, it’s genuinely heartwarming.

This is the film that finally shows La Familia in their best environment, which is working together, in a movie genre that allows them to work together, which is a heist film. And a great one at that.

Last Days (2005) (dir. Gus Van Sant)

CW: Mention of suicide

Several films have been made about legendary rock artist Kurt Cobain, and for good reason. He is one of the most tragic figures in rock and roll. A tortured genius who has written and performed classic song after classic song with his band Nirvana. He was called the voice of a generation, and helped change the face of mainstream alternative rock music as we know it. But with that fame, and all of those expectations came a worsening depression and further drug abuse, and his eventual death. But most of the films about Kurt Cobain ask one question which gets under my skin way too much:

“Who REEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAALLY killed Kurt Cobain?”

It was him. He did. And it’s okay, I’m sad too. Thinking that Kurt Cobain was murdered is completely ignoring the depression that he faced. And despite Last Days being more inspired by the death of Cobain rather than actually about it, it feels much more honest than the conspiracy documentaries on his death, wanting to leech off of his dead body.

This is the last installment of Gus Van Sant’s “Death Trilogy”, the previous two installments being Gerry (2001), and Elephant (2003). While I have not seen Gerry, I have seen Elephant though, and love that film for its minimalist, raw nature, and its boldness for not romanticizing the school shooter or the lives they had taken. Last Days falls into that trap once, as I don’t agree with the shot of Blake’s soul climbing up a ladder, that always struck me as cheesy in a film that is anything but.

Last Days is similar to Elephant in terms of the way it is filmed. Its usage of long takes, and still shots of characters doing various things, such as Blake playing his guitar behind a drum set. The way these moments are shot is similar to a Chantal Akerman film, particularly Jeanne Dielman. Where the acts of the mundane are the stars of the film. Blake wanders around an empty house, and the viewer can feel the pain, not just through Michael Pitt’s acting, but from the house itself. Its decay, its paint peeling from the walls, from the soft glow of the lamp that lights his face.

I say this is the most honest film about Kurt Cobain, because, despite the characters technically being fictional (the main character who looks, walks, and acts like Cobain is named Blake), this film focuses on the mental state of a person before they eventually take their own life. They’re still working, still making music, still trying to talk to friends and bandmates, but the depression lingers on. Not once does this film try to make you believe that someone else killed him, because you can see the signs of his own suicide taking place just through the film’s excellent cinematography by Harris Savides, showing his mental state only growing worse through the production design.

And it’s empathetic with him. There’s no judgement for leaving rehab, there’s no finger-wagging at him or the people he was with, there’s just a silent prayer at the end of the film, hoping that he is in a better place than he was.

Sometimes you don’t need to show every event that led you to where you are, all you can show is the moment, which also makes this better than most biopics as well, as it never feels messy or muddled, just showing one moment of Blake/Kurt’s life.

I really loved this film, and I’ll be writing about it in full soon.

The Village (2004) (dir. M. Night Shyamalan)

The Cracked.com/Channel Awesome audience stuck in 2012 will tell you that this was the beginning of the end for Shyamalan. That this was when people stopped taking him seriously, that this was when he became more of a punchline because of his twist endings.

But why?

The Village was released in 2004, deep in the Bush administration, during the early stages of the Iraq War. The leaders of the time were talking about imaginary boogeymen, terrorists that would attack the civilians if they could. Because of 9/11, politicians could get away with these false ideas with the majority of Americans fully believing them. The boogeymen in The Village are “The People We Don’t Speak Of”, monsters attracted by the color red. Yet we find out that they are all costumes made by the Elders of the land, designed to prevent people from going outside the land. They rule by fear disguised as love. They’ve gone through their own traumas through the deaths of their family members, but they’ve decided to completely abandon the lives that they’ve had and have their children living lies.

9/11 impacted American life by teaching citizens to live primarily by fear, to not trust anyone but their own people. And yet, post-9/11, all that increased was not “coming together”, but hate crimes against South Asian people. The rage white Americans had felt led to conservative politicians pushing fear-mongering agendas, and said white Americans blindly accepted. The outside world was progressing, but too many people were fine with living with further conservative politics only regressing American life further and further back, all for the illusion of safety. Meanwhile, the only threats to them were not the brown citizens outside of America they were so afraid of, but the white elders, the white politicians.

The Village explores these fears so eloquently, all while having a terrifying atmosphere, an enchanting score, and brilliant sound design. I enjoyed this movie very much.

Other viewings I enjoyed:

Beavis and Butt-Head Do America (1996) (dir. Mike Judge) (re-watch)

Blow Out (1981) (dir. Brian de Palma) (re-watch)

Clueless (1995) (dir. Amy Heckerling) (re-watch)

Furious 7 (2015) (dir. James Wan)

The Long Goodbye (1973) (dir. Robert Altman)

Lupin III: The First (2019) (dir. Takashi Yamazaki)

Unbreakable (2000) (dir. M. Night Shyamalan) (re-watch)

Velvet Goldmine (1998) (dir. Todd Haynes)

The Visit (2015) (dir. M. Night Shyamalan)

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A Black-Owned Company Manufactured Cincinnati’s First Buses

It took some time for buses to catch on in Cincinnati. Track-bound trolleys ruled the roads into the 1920s. Some of Cincinnati’s earliest buses were manufactured just up the road in Greenfield, Ohio, by a company with a unique heritage.

The Greenfield Bus Body Company was the direct descendent of the C.R. Patterson & Sons Company, founded by a man who escaped slavery to build a successful manufacturing company.

Charles Richard (C.R.) Patterson was born 1833 into slavery in Virginia. He escaped and made his way north, settling in Highland County, Ohio, located along one of the major thoroughfares of the Underground railroad. Patterson’s skills as a blacksmith landed employment at a local carriage company. He launched his own carriage works in 1865 through a partnership with a white investor, James P. Lowe. The company sold a lot of carriages in Cincinnati.

When Lowe died, Patterson bought out his shares and incorporated the C.R. Patterson & Sons Company in 1893. Despite the name of the company, only son Samuel Patterson originally worked with his father. The other son, Frederick Douglas (Fred) Patterson, successfully sued the Greenfield Union School District to gain admission to the high schools and became the first African American athlete at Ohio State University, where he majored in classical studies and helped OSU notch its first winning season. Fred took a job teaching in Louisville and only returned to Ohio to assist his aging father when brother Samuel fell ill.

Fred Patterson almost immediately took charge and began plotting a new course for the company. He advertised Patterson products nationally as the “Largest Negro carriage concern in the United States,” but began experimenting with horseless carriages.

By 1916, Patterson rolled out the first Patterson-Greenfield automobile. The 30 horsepower vehicle came in two models, a roadster and a touring car, and boasted a competitive price of $850. Fred Patterson’s factory is recognized as the first – and only – automobile manufacturer wholly owned by an African American.

Production was limited because each vehicle was individually manufactured from scratch. The dozen or so mechanics employed by the company worked on all parts of the car, from suspension to engine to roof. There was no production line. In addition, the workforce in Greenfield was largely drawn from the surrounding farms. Consequently, production was seasonal, with the mechanics building vehicles during the fall and winter, but returning to agricultural duties in spring and summer. Still, the cars were known to be sturdy and reliable.

Fred’s son, Postell Patterson, recalled in an interview for the Dayton Daily News [21 March 1976]:

“There wasn’t anything like planned obsolescence back then. You didn’t dare even to throw anything away, let alone plan for it to break down.”

Postell recalled the cars selling quickly because of the solid, four-cylinder Continental engine and a full-floating rear axle that smoothly handled the ubiquitous bumps on Ohio’s mostly unpaved roads.

The inability to ramp up production through an assembly line proved to be the undoing of the Greenfield-Patterson automobile. Over the course of three years, it is estimated that Fred Patterson manufactured around 30 vehicles. He was unable to procure the capital needed to build a production-line facility and competition with Detroit automakers swamped his boutique product. Sadly, no Patterson-Greenfield auto is known to survive.

Switching gears yet again, Fred reorganized the company as the Greenfield Bus Body Company and this brought him into the Cincinnati market in a big way. His successful design for school buses was widely adopted by districts throughout Southern Ohio, Kentucky and West Virginia. Infant transit companies seeking a sturdy vehicle to compete with the trolley cars saw the “Patterson-Built” school buses as an ideal option.

Fred Patterson found his moneymaker. The Greenfield Bus Body Company shipped its transit buses as far away as Haiti, and as near as Cincinnati. Postell Patterson claimed:

“Patterson-built buses were the first to ever carry passengers through the streets of Cincinnati.”

In addition to buses, Fred Patterson’s company made truck bodies for dairies, furniture manufacturers, moving companies, butchers, bakeries, icemen and other specialized uses. An advertisement in Bus Transportation [October 1922] asserted:

“The Greenfield Line of bus bodies has always been known as the LEADING – the most popular and desired motor bus bodies on the market. Motor truck manufacturers have standardized with the Greenfield product. Truck dealers and bus line operators have found by experience that Greenfield Bus Bodies are best.”

Fred Patterson died in 1932 and the company survived him for only a few more years. Although maintaining high standards of quality, the Great Depression quashed the firm’s efforts to attract investment for expansion and new equipment and the company folded in 1939.

A historical marker in Greenfield notes the location of “the first known African-American automobile manufacturer” and also recognizes Fred Patterson’s successes in education, politics and the advancement of African American businesses through his work with Booker T. Washington.

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2020 Toyota Avalon TRD

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More ProRevenge from the radio business.

The ProRevenge post that I made yesterday, about the radio business, was well-received. Someone asked me if I had any other stories from radio. This is the only other one that I could think of. It is more about my colleague Petey than about me.

I hope it qualifies as professional level revenge. At the time, it felt pretty pro. THIS IS A VERY LONG STORY.

Here we go:

Once upon a time, when terrestrial radio was popular, Brian was was one-half of a radio morning show. You know the kind that I am talking about, two pleasant personalities giving weather reports, rehashing entertainment gossip and playing a song or two.

I was the advertising sales manager for the station that broadcast his morning show.

Brian came to us from a larger city. Before working with us, he was an entry-level on-air person, doing overnight radio deejay shifts on the weekends and copying commercials from CDs so that they could be put on the air. This kind of job is the lowest position that a person could hold at a radio station. The position has since been replaced by technology.

It is important to understand that geography is critical when understanding the career level and prestige of an on-air and/or radio programming job. A job in a larger city (or most accurately described, a larger media market) usually pays more, has more listeners and is a more prestigious position.

As I mentioned before, Brian came to us from a larger city, which we will call BigVille. When you see BigVille, think LA, NYC, Chicago or San Francisco. The actual city doesn’t matter for this story.

Our station group is in, shall we say, MiddleBurg. My city is in flyover country but is hardly a sleepy little town. Cities like mine are San Antonio, Cincinnati, Salt Lake City and Jacksonville.

Brian’s transition to his job with my company was a huge step up in actual job title. He went from part-time lackey to full-time morning show radio personality. To make that jump, he moved down in market size from BigVille to MiddleBurg.

Brian’s boss, the station program director, was a guy named Petey. He was responsible for everything that was on the air, except commercials (which was my job), including personalities and music.

I think that his peaceful and kind personality was created by the fact that he and his wife had five kids at home. He was used to dealing with strong personalities and emotional conflict. In many tough professional situations, Petey was like the opposite of a catalyst. When he showed up things usually calmed down.

He was also a great person, evidenced by the fact that three of his five kids were adopted out of a foster care.

Over time, it became clear that Brian didn’t like nor respect Petey. It started with little snide comments to coworkers about so-called stupid decisions that he made. Brian’s familiar refrain was, “that’s not how we did it in BigVille.”

Brian made multiple attempts to get Petey fired. He would come into my office and say things like, “Petey’s decided to [insert managerial decision], don’t you think that this a terrible idea. This would never happen in BigVille?” I always just responded by deferring to Petey.

Eventually, it devolved into Brian screaming at Petey on a regular basis. He would get angry about something and unleash his fury. There were multiple instances where he stomped off and told Petey to go fuck himself, that he quit and was going back to BigVille. Brian would cool off and come back a few hours later.

At Petey’s urging, everyone acted as if nothing had happened. “He just needed to vent,” Petey explained.

Through it all, Petey was patient with Brian. The morning show performed fairly well, had many listeners and got good ratings. My sales staff sold gobs of commercials at good rates. We all made money. Petey was content to let Brian be a raging monster to him as long as he performed on air.

The thing is, though, his morning show wasn’t actually that good. It performed well in the ratings because there wasn’t much competition in this particular radio format. That changed a few years later when a competing station put a popular syndicated national program on the air against Brian.

His ratings immediately began to crumble. What was once a dominant morning show in the target demographic, was now facing stiff competition.

It was unclear if Brian even noticed the change. My sales staff and I noticed it. Demand sets prices and we suddenly had a lower-demand product that was selling at lower rates with fewer customers.

Eventually, my boss noticed and it was decided among the group of managers (including Petey and I) that a change needed to be made. If this had been corporate radio then Brian and his on-air partner would have been out-on-their-asses. Fortunately, this was a privately held company and the owners cared about people. They were willing to figure out a way to keep both morning show hosts on staff, including Brian, at current salaries, doing other on-air jobs somewhere else in the cluster of radio stations.

There was a window of weeks in which the managers knew that the morning show was going to change, but we weren’t sure to what the new programming was going to be. Only the management team knew about the impending change. Brian wasn't aware of his impending reassignment.

During this window, one morning, immediately after his morning show ended at 9, Brian went to Petey’s office to discuss the weekend remote schedule.

Remote broadcasts (simply referred to as remotes) are one way that a radio personality can make extra money. You have probably heard them on air: Hey there, this is Chickenboy, broadcasting live from Salmonella Chrysler, Ford, Jeep...etc.

For remote broadcasts, the advertiser pays the personality a talent fee. At the time, the hourly rate was $100. So, a deejay could do a two-hour remote, sitting around at a car dealership, bullshitting with the sales guys, and walk away with $200.

Most weekends there were five or six remotes. Petey was in charge of assigning talent to each remote. He tried to keep things as fair as possible so that all of his deejays had a chance to make extra money. Brian often lobbied for more than his fair share, and often got it

One Tuesday, after Petey had just assigned remotes for the following weekend, Brian stomped into his office, which was two doors down from mine. He demanded to know why he wasn’t getting more remotes. Petey calmly explained that he already had two of the six scheduled remotes for the weekend. That wasn’t good enough for him.

Brian then walked to my offices and said something like, “Don’t you think that the station advertisers would prefer to have a top morning show personality doing their remote instead of some random nighttime deejay? That is how we did it in BigVille.”

I replied, “Assigning remote talent is Petey’s responsibility. He will make good decisions for the advertisers and the station.”

He harrumphed, shot out of my office, and flew back to Petey’s, slamming the door.

From my office, two doors down, I heard him scream, “Fuck this. You are an idiot. I fucking quit. I'll go back to BigVille.”

He tore out of Petey’s office, through the front reception area and out toward the parking lot into the station-provided dealer demo car that he was driving around as part of an advertising promotion.

I gently walked over to Petey’s office and poked my head in.

“He’s just venting, right?” I said to Petey.

Petey replied, calmly, “You heard everything he said? You heard him say that he quit.”

“I am pretty sure half of the building heard it.”

Petey requested, “Could you follow me down to the business office?”

“Sure.” I knew what was about to happen.

We walked down to visit with the person in charge of Human Resources, Dolores.

“Brian just gave his resignation to me, verbally in my office. He heard it,” pointing to me. “Is there any additional paperwork that we need to do in order to formalize this?”

Dolores said that it would be best if Petey wrote a memo to Brian, describing what happened in the office, and formally accepting his resignation on behalf of the company.

Then, Dolores began the process of separating Brian from the company. She turned off his access key code to the building and turned off his company email.

Petey prepared the memo.

I wish that I had been at the station when Brian returned. Unfortunately, I was away on a sales call. Here is what Petey and the station receptionist told me:

Brian showed up a few hours after the blow up, like normal. He tried to enter the building through an employee-only side door. His code didn’t work.

He marched around to the front of the building and through the main, public door. Inside of the reception area, he tried his code again, to get through the door into the employee area. The code didn’t work. “Fuck!”

The receptionist called Petey. He flew up to the front with memo in hand.

In the reception area, in front of the receptionist, Petey said, “Brian, your resignation has been accepted. This memo is for you. Would you please sign here that you received it?”

Brian was dumbfounded. He signed the paper acknowledging receipt, still not saying a word.

“We will need the keys to the dealer demo that you have been driving.” Petey continued.

Brian detached the key from his ring and handed it over.

“We will box up all personal items in your desk and in the car and overnight it to you. Should I send it to your current address or somewhere in BigVille?"

Brian said "current," a tear welling in his eye.

The receptionist called him a cab.

Brian sat in front of the station office building, crying, until his cab arrived.

—

Brian tried to get another on-air job in our town but I don’t think that he ever got anything. I have no idea where he is or what he is doing.

His former on-air partner is still working on-air, doing afternoons on a different station.

We replaced Brian’s show with a better show. The ratings recovered.

The car promotion moved to afternoons. The afternoon drive deejay gratefully drove the dealer demo car around for three months.

(source) (story by radioburner9988)

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Dan Cummins Chevrolet Buick

Buying a car should not be like a trip to the dentist. It should be an enjoyable experience. The Dan Cummins Chevrolet and Buick family are out to not only alter your understanding of buying a car from a Chevy dealer, yet to alter your understanding of the vehicle purchasing experience. 

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