Slave cylinder - to be continued

I reluctantly leave Occupy Jackson, but I need to go to the library and find some veggie oil, as Duke from Shreveport is not answering my calls... grrrrrr

I pull into the library parking lot just 2 blocks away from the park, but free parking, and suddenly 3 feet from the top of the parking space, the clutch hits the floor and wouldn't move.

I crawl under the truck, spot a leak, and see an accordion-cup with a metal stick in the middle kind of hanging out and leaking.

I try to stick it back into the place it obviously came out of and can't. I push the truck the last couple of feet into the parking space so I'm not hanging over the edge. I young man hops out of his car and helps me. He is not a mechanic unfortunately and doesn't know of any.

I return to the park and ask the guys there. Sweet Derrick offers to walk me to a couple of mechanic places he knows about.