this punk rock hairdresser girl i was kind of playing around with, i drove her back to her house after a show or something. we went to 'park' in a parking lot at an isolated beach on vancouver's west side (she was a rich punk). it was raining pretty hard, and it was early fall, so i didnt think twice about the 'no visiting park after 10pm' signs. so we have the seats all the way back, both with our heads below window level, ive got my face between her legs, paying close attention because im fairly new to this... anyway, out of nowhere BRRRRRRRM CLLUNK CLUNK CLATTER, chain sounds, massive bright lights through the front window. its a big fucking diesel tow truck, starting to hook up to the front of my dad's car... jesus, roll down the window 'oh, hi there, we're okay...' 'you know the parks closed?' oh really, thanks...