LOLSCHACH's Journal: May 07, 2009
11:45 AM. Found myself in New York. Don't know how I got here. Last thing I remember, I was falling asleep on a Greyhound bus. Hurm. The plot thickens.
Walking across Central Park, today. Observe yuppies stuffing overpriced, mediocre-tasting food down their throats within Tavern on the Green. Launch a chair through the plate glass windows, then exit at Central Park West. Pass by the Shandor Building. See a sign next to the door:
"Meet the Ghostbusters in Person! May 7th at Noon!"
The Ghostbusters. Remember them well.
In 1984, they prevented the coming of an all-powerful supernatural entity named Gozer the Gozerian.
In 1989, they prevented the coming of an all-powerful supernatural entity named Vigo the Carpathian.
In 1997, they prevented the coming of an all-powerful supernatural entity named Jesus the Nazarian.
Clock strikes noon. Hear crowd cheering. Hadn't been paying attention to time. The Ghostbusters must be coming. Been years since I've seen them. Remember they used to look like this:
The Ecto-1 pulls up. They step out. It's been twenty-five years. Now, they look like this:
Hurm. Not sticking around for any autographs.