The incident of the man murdering his car was represented to me as a true story. But I don’t even care if it’s really true or not. It was just such a fascinating set up I had to see where it went.
This is another one of those multipart stories where I wrote the first part and had no idea how I was going to end it. It certainly motivates you to come up with an ending when you’ve publicly committed to finishing the thing. (perhaps I have found the cure for Writer’s Block)