Repo Man

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Frustrated punk rocker Otto gets fired from his supermarket job after slugging a co-worker, and is later dumped by his girlfriend at a party. Wandering the streets in frustration, he is recruited in the repossession of a car by a repo agent. After discovering his parents have donated his college fund to a televangelist, he joins the repossession agency (Helping Hand Acceptance Corporation) as an apprentice "repo man". During his training, he is introduced into the mercenary and paranoid world of the drivers, befriended by a UFO conspiracy theorist, confronted by rival repo agents, discovers some of his one-time friends have turned to a life of crime, is lectured to about cosmic unconsciousness by the repo agency grounds worker, and finds himself entangled in a web of intrigue concerning a huge repossession bounty on a 1964 Chevy Malibu driven by a lunatic government scientist, with Top Secret cargo in the trunk.



A lot of people don't realize what is really going on. They view life as a bunch of unconnected incidents and things. They don't realize there's a lattice of coincidence that lays on top of everything.



Give you an example, Suppose you're thinking about a plate of shrimp. Suddenly someone will say, "Plate" or "Shrimp" or "Plate of shrimp", out of the blue. No explanation and there's no point in looking for one either. It's all part of the cosmic unconsciousness.



You know the way everybody is into weirdness right now? Books in all the supermarkets about the Bermuda Triangle, UFO's, how the Mayans invented television, that kind of thing. Well the way I see it it's exactly the same. There aint no difference between a flying saucer or a time machine.



People get so hung up on specifics, they miss out on seeing the whole thing. Take South America for example. Every year in South America thousands of people turn up missing. Nobody knows where they go. They just disappear. But if you think for a minute, realize something, there had to be a time when there was no people right? Well where did all these people come from? I'll tell you where, the future. Where did all these people disappear to, the past. How did they get there? Flying saucers, which are really, yeah you got it, time machines.



I Think a lot about this kind of stuff. I do my best thinking on the bus. That's how come I don't drive. See I don't want to know how. I don't want to learn. The more you drive, the less intelligent you are.



God, the bizarre and ugly truth is that writing this page makes me so nostalgic I practically have tears in my eyes.



No lies. No shit!



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