by Maceo
A groggy, hungover Maceo crawls out of the liquor bottle he had called home for the past several weeks. Destroying an NSX worth nearly 400 grand has a tendency to do such things to people.
He walks into his living and hits the button on the answering machine. "DAMN!" he exclaims. 45 minutes and nearly 150 deleted messages later, he finally gets up and grabs a bowl of cereal from the kitchen. After catching the last few minutes of Sportscenter, he hops in the shower, shaves, and puts some some clothes and steps outside.
The Pearlescent orange/red paint of his BB gleams brilliantly in the sun. "At least I still have you," He thinks to himself. He presses the button on the keychain to open the shaved driver side door and hops in. The sound of 2GGZE Celica engine and supercharger coupled with a catback exhaust and a heavy foot is enough to send shivers up the spine of a neighbor standing across the parking lot. After a few revs, he lets the needle drop to idle, and finally cuts it off. Before getting out of the car however, he spots a roll of papers under the passenger seat, and puts it under his arm as he goes back inside.
His interest piqued, he checks out the papers and is astonished at what he sees, apparently, he had been planning to replace the nsx all along, and the drafts were of the car he was planning to build. "Sh*t! I gotta get back!" he thinks in his head. With that, he goes online and starts searching priceline for a reasonable fare to japan.
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