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The Cookie Van Party
The Cookie Van Party
The Cookie Van Party
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The Cookie Van Party

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Once upon a time, two buddies were sitting in traffic. And then time stopped and the greatest party in the universe started. Pretty girls. Free drinks. Bloodshed. A good time would be had by all. Again. And again. And again...until once upon a time, two other dudes were sitting somewhere else. And then time stopped and the greatest party in the universe started. Pretty girls. Free drinks. Bloodshed. A good time would be had by all. Again. And again. And again, until...

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Release dateMay 27, 2011
ISBN9781458022394
The Cookie Van Party
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Mike Zimmerman

Mike Zimmerman is a graduate of Oakland University in Rochester Michigan where he studied History, Political Science, and Social Studies. He is a published author in Renaissance Magazine and likes to write both fiction and non fiction in his spare time.    Mike has moved near Phoenix Arizona with his wife, daughter, son, and the family dog Sonny. Some of his hobbies include coaching and playing basketball, sand volleyball leagues, watching movies, going to concerts, and “old school” video games.  

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    The Cookie Van Party - Mike Zimmerman

    The Cookie Van Party

    a short story

    Mike Zimmerman

    c2011 by Mike Zimmerman. All rights reserved.

    Smashwords edition.

    My bowels dropped like lead when the red BMW screeched on the concrete and plowed grill-first through the construction barrier. The twisted metal made a noise like teeth in Captain Crunch and ended up in a ten-foot section of freeway they hadn't filled with concrete yet.

    When that fucker went through the windshield, wow, what a noise. He just hung there like some fresh roadkill, dripping all over the hood. The traffic piled up like a stack of dog shit and sat in the sun. Blister of a fucking sun at that.

    My Irish pal, Waterford and me got out of his pickup to look the mess over.

    Holy hell, he said.

    Bugger's startin’ to fester, I said.

    Couple of minutes in ninety degree heat'll do that to a corpse, boy, Waterford replied.

    What was it Sanchez used to call it? The double S?

    Yep, stiffen and stink. Won't take too long.

    So traffic's tied up for miles, and some people must've gotten feisty staring and sniffing at this dead fucker, because a bunch in a Sweet Stuff Cookie van just started partying, whip bang boom. The shocks squeaked and the van bumped up and down

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