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Just got back from Akron. I allowed the number 2 in Ohio by sales volume car lot rape me. They are going to continue to rape me for the next 72 months. My salesman was a very congenial young black man who called himself "Keith", but I'm not altogether sure it wasn't our long lost Bishop. When I drove him back to the lot (he followed my roomate's car back to my home with the 2002 Chevy Cavalier that may as well be forced into my rectum) he mentioned having a 20 month old son. How old is Bishop's child? Anyway, this fellow saw me coming from far off (as did everyone else on the lot, including the attractive young women they send out before salesfolk proper to greet potential buyers and grease the skids). I'm a very naive and simple soul who is easily manipulated and confused, and it may as well be printed on my forehead. The sales tactic Bishop used on me worked like gangbusters as this was my first finance buy. It began with a succorring approach with me making the terms, then after several trips by him to an unseen office I found myself emptying out all save $20 from my checking account as a downpayment and agreeing to a monthly for the next 72 months that is more than $20 over the maximum I stressed I could afford. I know idiots like me are essential to the functioning of such a world as this, but I just wish I was all idiot and be able to delude myself that I got the "great deal" that Bishop smirked to I had gotten me after all papers were signed and my fate was sealed. It's hell to be a sheep who knows full well exactly what the long slow march to the slaughterhouse is heading toward. Fuck me.

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