When I was in high school I had a cutlass that I put a small fortune in. BUilt the 455 myself(with an uncles help) and it was one bad ride. I paid for all of it by working after school and weekends at Hardee's. I used to work the midnight shift a lot because no one else wanted to, and they would pay me more per hour. We hired a gay guy once to work midnights. He wasnt a bad guy, friendly, but kind of weird(not because he was gay, just weird). One night he didnt show up for work. On monday I stopped in for breakfast on my way to school and the manager said "hey, check this out!" On the front page of the Springfield newspaper was this guys picture. He was arrested Saturday night for the rape and murder of a 12 year old boy. He was apparently caught in his hotel room with the dead body. I worked every weekend in the kitchen with this guy, just me and him for almost a year. You talk a lot on midnights when its just you and another guy. That freaked me out for awhile.
***RIP Okie, GT will never be the same without you Mr Mayor!***