The Demon Car Salesman and The State Finals

Somehow I ended up in a maze like building and I entered some basement area. At a table were some of my old GVHS Tennis teammates, but none of my closer friends. I guess we had to get to the state championships and nobody had told me. I was to play in the individuals and had missed my first 2 matches. Luckily, those players were no shows and defaulted because they were scared to play me. Knowing that I had an hour or 2 to spare, I went for a walk.

I ended up at some building that reminded me a bit of the old Whittlesea taxicab authority where my dad used to work. I hid behind a tiny wall as a pimp was at some machine with his 70's Lincoln still running. As he walked back, I made my way to the machine and noticed $40 on the floor in the form of 2 $20 bills. I greeted him and said "What's going on?" in a nice manner, and he snubbed me. I was going to tell him about the money on the ground, but he was a right dick so I didn't. As he drove off, I went back and snagged the cash.

After picking up the scratch, I went to this machine. It was an automated car salesman. As you scrolled through the cars, a face would tell you about the model, the colors, availability, etc. Then somehow it asked about the money on the floor and when I tried to explain my position, it got loud, the sky got dark and the face was flaming like the devil. It went off on a rant calling me a thief and I decided to go give the money to somebody else. As I escaped, I awoke.

Note to self: Never pick up $40!