Car Slugs

By William J. Ryan

A good teaching aid for anyone thinking of getting into the car business with a dictionary of terms and slang used. The events within this book are based on true stories mixed with fictional characters. If you are easily offended do not buy this book, because every gender, race, color, and religion will be attacked. THERE IS NO PLACE TO HIDE IN THE CAR BUSINESS!

• Language: English
• Publisher: William J. Ryan
• Release date: Mar 23, 2018
• ISBN: 9781370958467

William J. Ryan

I am William J. Ryan. I am in my 60’s, an autodidact (self-directed learner) and I am dyslexic. I not only suffer from trouble with letters, numbers and spelling of words changing on me, but structuring of sentences will sometimes be backwards. (Don’t worry; I hire someone to edit these stories before I publish them!) I write for the joy of writing, of getting an idea out there. I write in many different genres, children’s stories, historical fiction, fiction, science fiction, crime, and adventure, all the way to anti-religion. I do research on everything that I write about in order to try to be as factual as I can be. I have self – published 35 books and 22 screenplays! Self - publishing is a great way to start, but it is hard to get the audience’s attention. I am also the illustrator of all the artwork within each of my books and most of the cover art. You won’t find many authors out there that include artwork in their stories. More About Me Born in poverty, by white trash sperm and egg donors, my childhood was one horrific nightmare after another, that I would spend the rest of my life overcoming. Freeing myself from this extremely dysfunctional cluster of lost self-indulgent beings, by cutting off all contact with them, was the best thing I ever did. At an early age I chose not to have children for I was not given the skill to raise them and chose not to pass on the gruesome genetic dysfunctions that I had inherited. Writing personal painful events in one of my fictional characters is second nature and comes far far far too easy. In my early 20s, I discovered my reading and learning disability had a name, Dyslexia and I worked as an adult to overcome letters and numbers changing before my eyes. Later in life, as an older adult, I learned the power of reading and writing and became an Autodidact. This affliction never leaves the afflicted. I am glad to trade the curse of Dyslexia for the skills to invent and create people places and events that I see so clearly in my mind’s eye. Every story, every town, every person is 100% real to me and I see every picture on the wall, the view out the window, the streets and homes of the neighborhoods, making them all real to me and I hope the reader. Artfully crafted acquired skills, from a childhood trying to escape the insanity surrounding this small boy and his young developing mind, where he found himself. i.e. A clear example of a Dyslexic sentence. A short stent (seven years), in the criminal banking industry; where I saw V.P.’s change mortgage interest rates higher on loans, to increase the profits for the bank, cheating the customers. When I refused to participate, I was told, “I needed to think of the Bank First”. My response was “I will never do this.” I also witnessed V.P.’s instruct managers to create duplicate false files (and they did) concealing the crimes of the bank during a government audit, so they would pass. When I could find the courage to walk out, (without notice for they did not earn it) I did and changed my life’s path for the better, still looking for that place in my child’s mind, where people were honest, decent and truthful. All of my life up to this point, I could not face my tormentors, because I was beaten down so badly as a child. I finally found my voice and the inner strength to take the bullies in my life on,,, one at a time. With each confrontation, with each face to face battle, I have grown stronger and developed the skills to beat back the bullies of the world, exposing them for what they truly are. There is no one I will not attack back, fending off their aggression, their bullying of the weakest among us all,,, children,,, has become my single life focal point. At this intolerant unforgiving stage in my life, my understanding of man’s history, is continually being rewritten, removing the light of truth, so I pull further away from people. The worst being the so called God Fearing People, that believe they can do anything to anyone and God will forgive their sins so they can do it again. Every one of them has shown me the black oozing bag that is their soul. There is no helping them, so I stopped trying and recoil from the religious. The evil that all religious people do every day, in their God’s name, (genocide, rape of a child, land grab, slavery) show us all that their god must have horns and a pointy tale. This clear understanding of people and the evil that exist just under the skin, emerges in all my stories. A good writer should not create without understanding, but write what they know. I know this evil all too well and I can write and attest to it!!! Favorite Quotes (some) “Just because you are born in shit, does not mean you must stay there.” The quote is from a female pilot from WWII, instrumental in the development of the WASP, name unknown. “A man’s strength is measured by the strength of his enemies” Sioux These quotes are indeed very powerful. My list is very long and grows with every day. Each day I wait for them to come and kill me,,, the Deceivers that I expose. “Hell is other people” From the book NO EXIT by Jean-Paul Sartre 1944. The things he must have witnessed,,, as the Good German Christians gathered up the Jews (the god killers, Jewish Decide) for the slaughter. Oops did I let that slip? Yes the Nazis were unapologetic-ally Christian,,, Gott Mit Uns (God with us) was worn upon every German Christians soldiers belt as they justified their actions with words of Scrupulosity and its madness. Example; “Our movement is Christian” Adolf Hitler. These Christians are not good people and for me this quote helps prove it. “The waste,,, the waste,,, the waste.” These were the last words of the abdicated King Edward VIII of England. Somehow it seems to sum up the best efforts of man on Earth. “I am ashamed to say I am a member of the human race.” said by Charles Bukowski, August 16th 1920 to March 9th 1994. Words I hear in my mind every day as I see more atrocities of man and his foot print upon this small planet. I carry all of these words with me every day and use them to steer me from the rocky shores of others as I set the heading of my ship away,,, off into the setting sun,,, as I was born,,, alone. Personal Hero’s Ferdinand Waldo Demara Jr.; his skills of camouflages and moving from one life to another, immeasurably helped to guide me and re-invent myself for the better. It is with envy I look to him and his life, for he truly is,,, The Great Impostor. This is but a small window into my soul and reveals but a small part of what has made this man what he is,,, good or bad.

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Car Slugs

Written and Illustrated by William J. Ryan

Copyright 2018 William J. Ryan

Published by William J. Ryan at Smashwords

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Table of Contents

From the Author

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Thirteen

Glossary of Terms

About William J. Ryan

Other books by William J. Ryan

Connect with William J. Ryan

WARNING TO ALL READERS

THE FOLLOWING STORY OF CAR SLUGS IS

FICTIONAL

AND THE PEOPLE ARE NOT REAL, HOWEVER MANY EVENTS ARE TRUE EVENTS. THE STORY LINE HAS BEEN MADE UP TO INCORPORTE THESE EVENTS AND THE PEOPLE INTO THE STORY. THEIR NAMES WERE CAHNGED TO PROTECT THE GUILTY AND THE INNOCENT.

From the Author

Racism is an everyday occurrence. I once lived in a place where there was no or little such thing. Then my ni-ev-a-tee was removed as I got older and could see more of the world in its true light. Today we don’t seem to be able to kill each other fast enough. People say America was founded on good religious beliefs and because we had god on our side we could kill the indigenes people of this land, in slave them and put the servers on small valueless plots of land where no one could survive.

Studies are now coming to light that some place, maybe within our DNA, we are apparently born with the ability to be attracted to like people. If your skin is different than mine, I push you away. If you don’t like what I like, I push you away. And if you don’t pray to the same god as I do, then it is ok for me to kill you? We see this every day. We are born with it in us. Only if we understand, dragging ignorance in to the light can we get past prejudice.

Words are just words.

Sticks and stones may break my bones but words can never hurt me.

We all must live on this small planet and somehow find the words to stop the wars and stop the killing. We pass on the hate to our children and today some are killing each other for things that happened thousands of years ago. One religion is killing its own people, how do you overcome that?

Words

But instead of freeing up words, we are outlawing words. We cannot legislate hatred and prejudice away. In some country you can go to prison if you make fun of one type of religion. It does not go away. It only goes deeper under the skin and fester. Freedom of speech means freedom to say whatever I want. We are not free in America. When one word is a crime to say, we have lost that freedom.

Is it not better to permit people to say whatever they want? If I say I would love to kill that person. Everyone would know how I felt and if that person ends up dead, the police would have me as a suspect because I said I wanted to kill them. If I can’t say those words and I kill them, no one will know how I felt. The other side benefit is, saying the words makes me feel better and venting my hate, makes the hate smaller. It brings it out into the light for all to see.

Words are a good thing.

I worked in the banking industry during the 80’s and naively thought at the time; this was a good and honorable job. To hold a position with a bank was a respected profession. During my seven years working for two different banks I found this not to be true and on the other hand they were run by crooks and thieves and upper management were the worst.

Beyond the fifthly language there was the out and out stealing from customers. The breaking point for me was when they would alter notes there by changing margin to charge a higher rate of interest on a customer’s loan that I moved to my second bank. They were the same, only different.

It was during my imprisonment with this second bank that I felt I could make more money selling cars, so I escaped and found myself in the following.

In the car business there is no place to hide. You are split open and sliced in to thousands of small pieces until every part of you is exposed.

There is no place to hide in the car business!

Please note: No one is forcing you to read this book. You are free to put it down, now. Do not go on if you are weak and needy and need to be taken advantage of by the strong and greedy. Stay in your safe world, tuning out bad news and things you find offensive. Maybe that way, bad things will go away or at least, stay away.

THIS STORY REFLECTS HOW PEOPLE I CAME INTO CONTACT WITH BEHAVED WITHIN THE CAR BUSINESS. THERE IS NO PLACE TO HIDE IN THE CAR BUSINESS. EVERY RACE AND ALL RELIGION IS EXPOSED TO ALL ITS FAULTS. IF YOU’RE OFFENDED EASILY DO NOT CONTINUE. FOUL LANGUAGE IS USED BECAUSE THAT IS HOW THESE PEOPLE REALLY TALK.

IF FOR ANY REASON YOU ARE NOT OFFENDED AFTER READING THIS STORY. IT WILL NOT BE BECAUSE I DID NOT TRY!!!!

RATED X

The names have been changed to protect the guilty.

The innocent are innocent and don’t need protecting.

Chapter One

The Beginning

Like all good things there must be a beginning. Our story starts in a place where it is all black and no sound, a place before life as we know it, a place before planets and stars and a place before the heavens and Gods.

I always wondered; where was God before everything? Was there nothing but him? How sad to think he spent millennium by himself. However, it would explain why this world and the people made in his image are all nuts.

It is said, God made man in his image, so when I look in the mirror I see God. It makes more sense than man made God in mans image. The story begins….

A deep hum starts and slowly builds, then a low DEEP voice speaks as though from an epic movie made in the 60s about God.

The Narrators loud voice booms: IN THE BEGINNING THERE WAS NOTHING, AND GOD SAW THE NOTHING AND SAID, This sucks!

The Narrator continues, SO GOD MADE LIGHT.

In a blinding flash of light and the roar of a lightning bolt, white flashes of lightning streak across the universe.We hear God say AAHHHH!!!!! FUCK!!!!!! Turn it down you fucking idiot!!!!

The light dims to a soft dark gray.

God says while rubbing his eyes, JESUS CHRIST I am going to see spots for a week!!!!! He then stopped and said in a softer voice, Hhhhmmm, Jesus Christ that would be a good name for a son.

The booming narrators deep voice, AND GOD SAW THE LIGHT AND SAID THIS IS GOOD. IT WAS THEN THAT GOD SAID I think I will make a universe."

Just then God sneezes and the sound of thousands of ping-pong balls falling and hitting a table fill the air. At the same time we see white dots filling the dark gray heavens and the universe unfolds before our eyes with the sound of a booming hum.

The booming Narrators voice fills the universe, GOD SEES WHAT HE HAD DONE AND SAID (making fun of the God’s voice sounding like Walter Brendan) That Was Fucken Good To."

Just then our entire site is covered with a white moving light like a tattered shear curtain with holes and we hear a small sweet voice say Gazette.

In a strong voice God says, WHO IN THE FUCK ARE YOU?

The Small Voice responds, Oh, I am the Holy Ghost, and who are you?? I am GOD!

Holy Ghost, Ooooohhhh. (As though he were impressed)

God, Where did you get all those fucking holes?

Holy Ghost, Oh it’s a long story. I got one on the planet Zatton, from a re-entry debris burn and this one from…… STOP! I don’t have time right now for all that shit, I am busy.

The Holy Ghost moves back for a better look, Whatcha builden?

God in his best booming voice; I AM BUILDING THE UNIVERSE!

The Holy Ghost