My car has been gracious and kind to me since I brought it down to LA with the help of my eldest brother. However, a couple of days ago, a series of unfortunate mishaps has caused the following “injuries” to my beloved vehicle (in which case, is quite painful to list): a burnt out headlight, a need of an oil change, a flat tire, and the glorious maintenance light was lit in bright orange. Grieved and on the verge of tears because of the fear that my beloved vehicle seemed like it was dying (dramatization), I called the help of my friends and brother. By their advice, I stopped by Big O Tires in between my morning classes, urged the mechanical doctor to rescue my black beauty and sat in the comfy leather seats on the checkered floor of the auto shop.
Searching for things to entertain myself as my beloved is under surgery, I looked upon the mounted flat screen t.v. and was intrigued by what I laid my eyes on:
“Dog: The Bounty Hunter”
As the intro to the show was playing, my head was spinning with questions asking what this program was about. I know nothing of “bounty hunters”, and curious as to what that term meant, I texted a very knowledgeable friend of mine to only find that these hunters capture fugitives for money.
…How interesing.
As I kept watching, I noticed that each character had a specific role in their A-team. Beth, a busty, big blonde haired lady with long witch-like colorful nails, seemed to me the replica of the modern day buff Dolly Parton. She is in charge of providing the team with the necessary information upon their suspect. Dog, a flamboyant, extreme blonde mullet wearing “tough guy”, is in charge of his team of bounty hunters. The others only hold guns in their hands ready to shoot the suspect if he/she were ever daring of running away.
And for some reason, the childhood memory of my brothers and I came into mind. I remember imagining ourselves as superheroes ready to take on the world with our hand formed guns and self taught karate. I remember being so engaged and engulfed in the imaginative world we had created for ourselves that I was convinced I was meant to be a policewoman, or in the mind of a 7 year old, a Powerpuff Girl.
Could this be the adult version of what I created with my brothers?
I sat in my leather seat thinking of how amazing it is that such a created world in a child’s mind can be something real in well…reality. The team of bounty hunters pursued fugitive after fugitive, and though it isn’t really considered a career, they are somewhat superheroes. Unofficially employed, gun bearing and burning with confidence, these hunters describe the typical “hero” without the superpowers.
What in the… o_o
“Miss, your car is ready”
I left the auto shop in awe that such people existed, as well as a fully restored black beauty and twenty dollars subtracted from my wallet.
Bounty….hunter.
