Meet Murray

On this particular Thursday Molly, Hazel, Will, and several other C-Cubed attendees pulled up to “The Pad.” One never knew quite what to expect from these little soirees, but this evening brought greater surprise that usual. When Moll and Hazel arrived, Tyler, Bo, and Wilkes were painting a rusting 15 passenger van with paint rollers and brooms, in a shade of hi-gloss latex interior paint which Bo informed them was “Poison Pen.” Mike DeGraaf shook his head doubtfully, and said “Huh. Looks like black to me.” and shuffled on into the house.

“Philistine!” huffed Bo.
“Bo… what are you doing” inquired Molly.
“Sister dear” said Bo with a flourish of his paint roller, “meet Murray!”
“Bo,” said Molly patiently, “I’m going to ask you again. WHAT ARE YOU DOING?”

Tyler poked his head round the enormous back end of the van. “We decided we needed a band wagon. For our air band. And other stuff. Vans are cool.”

“Yep, agreed Wilkes, slapping more black paint on the hood, “We saw this beaut parked by Aldi’s. They were selling it for $500, so we all pitched in and bought it.”

After a brief silence, Hazel slowly drawled “Whhhhhhyyy?”

Bo swiped at the right fender with a roller. “Tyler just told you. It’s for our air band.”

Molly realized that further inquiry was useless, and headed for the house. Hazel and Dana shrugged and followed. Upon entering the living room, they were hardly surprised to see that “Murray” had been incorporated into the décor. Four tattered benches from the bowels of the van were scattered about. Tyler wandered in, intent on his hostly duties, and said, “Whadya think of the new furniture? Cool, huh?”

“Yeah, nothing says stylish, yet safe, like a couch with seat belts.” Hazel observed.

Molly joined in “Nothing says class like duct tape chic!”

Tyler appeared to be pleased with these compliments and strolled off. Wilkes suddenly came crashing through the front door, hollering for garbage bags “AND QUICK!”

“Bo-Bo the clown stepped in the paint tray and it’s all OVER!” screeched Wilkes. Bo’s retort drifted in through the open door. “Yeah well if Wee Willy Wilkinson hadn’t left it out in the middle of everything, I wouldn’t have stepped in it!”

Bo’s shoe was drenched in Poison Pen. When it had dried sufficiently it became a piece of postmodern art, which Bo often spoke of entering in competitions sponsored by the local art museum.

Just another night at “The Pad”.