Chapter 1

My name is O'Malley C. Malibu and I was born in August 27, 1967. I live with one old lady and her abusive husband in New Mexico. I am basically a Chevrolet Chevelle Malibu and I’m pretty rare of my kind too. My favorite music is rock n' roll and the oldies from 1950s, 60s, 70s, 80, and 90s and when I had a plug in boom box, I listen to Kool 104.5 FM or whenever I could. I'd like to tell you a little about my childhood back-story. After living in Texas and getting moved in to Farmington New Mexico, i met two friends; a mid 1960s (a 1963 or 1964) Lincoln Continental two door and the other was a 1963 Chevrolet impala. their names were Gonzo and Impa. we had all the same things in common; music, games, tv shows, sports, activities, hobbies, movies, and books. Our female interests were a bit different, but we were the three best friends that anyone ever saw. If we felt like hanging out, the three if us get together at the diner first. then we'd go moon shining...not the alcohol moon shining, but the game where you turn off your headlights while being chased by police at night and just rip it up in the woods. we never got caught and that was the fun of it. the three of us grew up, lived close by, and hung out together. We couldn't be separated as we aged. We were a little younger when we met such as Impa was 4 years younger than i was. He liked to get into trouble a lot, break out and be noisy when he got just a little too much. He was an adult, but he dated different females every day of the week. He pretty much was big playboy. Gonzo was 3 years younger than me and he loved to listen to big jazz bands and rock n' roll songs. he was kind of a dork. he was a bit of a smart alek towards women. if he saw a female he wanted, he'd get her to do whatever he said or do that he can use. If a car was in a spot he wanted, he'd brush him or her aside with his rear and say "Scoot over little buster" or he'd say "Move it little buddy" and he'd steal their spot in which they were parked in. he was a rare smoker and only smoked cigars or cigarettes every occasion like when he moon shined or one of our birthdays came up, Sometimes when we'd encounter a supernatural thing every once in a while like a poltergeist here and shadow people there and extraterrestrial somewhere. we'd run away laughing when an alien would chase us as if we were some kind of UFO hunter group and that's when Gonzo would smoke his cigars.. There were times when went thought we were ufo hunters and even acted like it even though we were messing around and goofing off. We'd moonshine every 3 years because it was beginning to be a habit but we sure made memories that were never let go of.

Then in the year 1969, we were mature enough to date females in the summer until September. That was the season for love and settling down. Gonzo picked up two females; one of them was from a gas station and the other from a grocery store. I met a female Impala that found me at a diner, just staring at me. She had started a conversation and soon it grew into a relationship. It didn't take me long to realize I was an Impala guy and learning that her name was Matilda was very interesting. We began dating and spending some quality time in the romance with her. Impa went out and had met some Thunderbird that seemed nice, but had a mean streak in her gears and if she was taken advantage of or angered, she could get to being as mean as Judge Judith Shienman. She had good judgment and she kept Impa in line. We still hung out the next day of doing this or that last night and we did whatever Impa and Gonzo wanted to do. When we weren’t doing any activities in romance, we’d smuggle reefer, take it to the woods and smoke it to celebrate our friendship as three best friends for kicks. We were laughing back and forth to one another and roasting each other verbally in a caring way, when we heard some twigs snapping behind us. Someone or something was watching us. We turned on our lights and looked, but we didn’t see anything or notice anything because we were high and freaking out. We started murmuring to each other on what or who it would have been. Impa looked like an infant who just wet his diaper because he was the one freaking out the most. We looked behind bushes and trees and still nothing there. Whatever it was it was gone for the moment.

As soon as we calmed down, we smoked another joint to relax with. Just as we started to have a continued conversation, something appeared from the bushes. We got a good look at it. It was 3 meters tall, two almond shaped eyes and had four fingers on both sides of it’s hands. We couldn’t see the feet but it wore this rubber one piece suit that was black. We all ran as it chased us. I was terrified stiff. We ran in separate ways and when we reached the road, we knew it was a highway. I almost bumped into Gonzo when I sighted him. We both were scared until the oil drained cold. We asked each other on what that thing was. Our minds focused on that entity chasing us. Then, we realized in our argument, Impa was missing. We went back to the woods to look for him. We called Impa’s name, looked and looked and called again, but he didn’t respond. We began to get panicky! We tried retracing our steps on where we went, which way we had gone, and where we’ve been. We called again for the final time. The alien was gone. Impa was gone. Gonzo was usually really, really calm, but this time, he lost it. He screamed out to see if Impa would hear. He was freaking out. I told him to get a hold of himself and suggested we’d go get the sheriff, state police, woodlands ranger and see what they could do. So when we got all the help we could contact, after we had explained that our friend was missing and we were scared. They searched everywhere, by helicopter to tread. They looked deep and well for Impa b7t they had no luck. We both got interviewed by the news about the situation and tried to stay calm. We didn’t mention anything about the marijuana or else Gonzo and I would be in trouble or worse. We stayed out there in the woods for days and weeks, but Impa was never found. They allowed us to go home and let us know if they found him. Gonzo stayed over that night at my garage.. We couldn’t get the frightening image out of our memories. I tried to make us feel better in any way I knew, but we couldn’t settle down. This month, would surly mess us up. Gonzo fussed that it was his fault when he didn’t know Impa was going to go missing. I told him he didn’t know or couldn’t predict that. It wasn’t anyone’s fault because it wasn’t planned. I advised that we better turn on the radio while we passed the time…something to relax by to keep the fear away on what we saw. Gonzo thought it was a good idea to go to a dance and pick up a few ladies to dance with. There was a dance going on at the Elk’s Lodge restaurant. Little Richard was performing tonight and who knew, maybe this would be my last activity before any of us moved away. That way we could forget about the incident. So that was exactly what we did. We went to the Elk’s lodge for the dance. There was a lot of people tonight plus we got to have a backstage pass to get inside while the music poured out of the walls and windows.

We grooved until midnight and now that everything was slowing down, we left early since it was the last song of the dance.. I was getting tired myself and barely had enough energy to get a late night car wash. When I came home, I settled right down along with Gonzo. We talked about how much fun we had at the jive and we bragged that we got to dance with a charming female until we fell asleep. It was very late and I hadn’t heard any clues of the disappearance of Impa. Then right around 8 A.M the next day, police arrived with some news about what they found. They hadn’t found Impa, but they only gave me a simple “Chevrolet” Decal keychain that they picked up that was from Impa. They had given up the search. I sighed sadly and told them they could be on their way. I got a last question that was I ever gong to be okay? Of course as I assured them that I would be alright; just to avoid deeper conversation, I wondered where Impa went to. I hoed the alien didn’t get him. I went out, got together with Gonzo, tried to act like everything was the same, but something was missing. Impa. He’d know just how to kick off a conversation. Without him, who must I know to add to our group to make three of the best friends. We tried introducing ourselves to others. We tried VW busses, VW bugs, wagons, and VW Golf’s but they turned out to be hippies and crack heads. We tried everything but there was one last chance to try and we had to take it for the hope to better ourselves. I asked in offer to this huge 1965 Pontiac Bonneville fellow who was by his lonesome. He turned towards us and smiled with a short reply of “I’d be honored, been all by myself since the mistress died.” and as that, the conversation was up and running again only tales of his history. He first introduced himself as “Dean Longsknight“” He was a nice fellow, but also big. He had a deep wise southern voice that was just as soft as honey. If it was all we had to work with, then we worked with it.

A month later, my sister and three of my brothers came by to see me on how I was holding up with my owner’s husband kicking me and beating bruises into me. I told them it wasn’t the lady’s husband I was worried about. When I explained when Impa disappeared, they were shocked. I had asked for help but it was no use. Impa was gone forever. It appeared my cousins were with my siblings. They were to shocked by the tale I had told. I heard of people disappearing and I know what I do when I got nervous. Thinking wherever Impa went to or what happened to him must have been terrible. I just hoped nothing bad happened to him and I said the exact thing to my cousins with meaning. I wanted Impa back but hoping wasn’t going to bring him back. All I had left of him was his keychain as a reminder of the crumbs the police had found that one day. The day the police gave up the search for Impa. My friend, Impa.