Five Hot Guys

Five hot guys, were packed into a car one day… on their way home from an afternoon at the movies.

(Yes, “hot”… it was like 95 degrees, and the air conditioning hadn’t been running all that long.)

One of them had in his hand, his sunglasses…
One had the “oh my goodness” handle…
(You know… the handle above the door, that everyone grabs when the driver takes a corner at somewhere near sixty mph, and then screams, “Oh, my goodness!”)...

Alright, so,
Another had an airsoft gun,
One more, had in his hand the air rushing by outside the window…
and one…
thankfully…
Had the steering wheel.

Cruising down the road, forty miles an hour…

Now…

Picture this…

These same five guys, packed into the back of a police cruiser… wait, four…

Four guys now, packed into the back of a black and white dodge with… oddly enough, one guy tied to the top and a policeman, at the end of his long shift -too long- behind the wheel.

Apparently too much government assistance (*ahem* the people's tax money.) was being given to “fight global warming” and to promote religious “tolerance” and not enough was being directed to the municipal police department and law enforcement of Aurora Colorado.

With that said, there was only one policeman in the area, and obviously, only one car as well. There wasn’t even enough room in the cramped quarters of the backseat of a “compact” police car for four, let alone five…

(Shall we say, the rear seat had a three-and-a-half-body capacity?)

So, handcuffed and tied to the racks ontop of the government vehicle… was the youngest of the five.

On their way to the police station, the police man hit a red light… ok, so he didn’t actually “hit” it, he came to it, and stopped… surprisingly enough… -some cops don’t, especially when tired.

While stopped, he rubbed his eyes, it hadn’t been easy coercing these five delinquents into, and onto his small cruiser.

But he was nearly there… just a few more blocks.

-wait…

Just outside the window, on his side of the car…

Was that?

It was…

There, on the ground…

Rope?

From whe-

Oh no!!!

The law enforcement officer, turned back to see the guy formerly tied to the roof of his… his government’s car… and saw his back disappear behind the hill near the intersection.

Alright… now…

Rewind with me…

Back about two minutes…

The tiee, with a 40 mile an hour wind blowing his, albeit, short hair, was enjoying his unconventional ride across town.

With every moment, he was realizing however, that if he were convicted, his would be the stiffest of all the sentences… as it was his airsoft gun that ended up getting them into this in the first place, he began to consider his means of escape.

He realized that his neck could bend enough for his teeth to reach the ropes around his chest.

With a grin, he quickly started to chew… gnaw… at these ropes… apparently very old…

And in about a minute and half he was loose enough to slip out from under his bonds.

He looked up ahead, and saw the light turning yellow, and his mind raced faster than his consciousness could realize, and his limbs began following a plan, the details of which he wasn’t even fully aware himself.

With the stealth of a cat, and the nimbleness of a mountain goat, he positioned himself on top of the car, now slowing to a stop; he was poised like a panther for a leap and his adrenaline pumping like an oil well in Saudi Arabia.

Moments before the car reached a full stop, his feet left the roof, hardly making a sound, definitely not one the exhausted ears of our friendly neighbourhood policeman could hear.

This brings us back to speed with the story from inside the car.

The four others in the backseat, were realizing slower than the driver, what was happening… and they, being handcuffed, had little to do aside from watch the events unfold…

The policeman swung his door open and raced around the front of his car…

The light turned green, and the line of cars waiting behind him, honked… half of them, unaware of the “lost cargo” that was escaping to the right…

As the policeman made his way across the street, a car coming through the light, the other direction, swerved to miss the “boy in blue” and ran *head-on* (hate that commercial), into the car our four friends were waiting in, and watching from…

Sliding off the road, the police car tipped on its side, and bent around a stump, allowing the locked door to swing open, and the four guys climbed out; and with hands still bound, they bounded across the field and into the upper-middle-class neighbourhood down the hill on the left side of the road.

The clouds above the mountains were slowly beginning to transform from dull grey-white streaks into vibrant flames of pink, orange, and red, as the sun approached the tips of the towering spikes of granite.

So… of the five…

One, is now gone… alone… and followed…

The other four, are a group, off on the run, veiled by the suburbia, roaming the streets of middle-class debtors, hand’s cuffed and “deserving” of imprisonment…

Little do they know, the recent advent of One, roaming the same streets, evading the same government… but where they have circumstance driving them, He, has a reason driving Him…. A motive... His love… justice… and truth.



Ok, so I asked you earlier, to “picture this…”

Abstract picture, ‘eh?

Well, that is it… a picture…
One that doesn’t exist in reality, but did exist, in the minds of five “hot” guys, riding home from a movie earlier today.

There was more about a dress, and about transforming pants utilized in sewer conflict evasion… but that was irrelevant… as the rest seems, and perhaps… actually is…

But it’s a story, accumulated from the random ideas of five movie-stricken minds.

Embellished by one in particular, for literary potency.

Enjoy it if you can… if you want to… and keep praying and never settle, but always be content…

And Keep Smiling, for the right reasons…

God is so good! =)

From “The Five.”

Minus one, in Japan at the moment, which’d have made us six… plus One, Who’s always there, anywhere… which’d have made us seven… prime. But, I guess, God can use less than prime… and He does… still, that doesn’t change what we wish…

Again, enjoy the “picture” the... story.

-MAC <>< =)