TheLittleBusWithTheTintedWindows

My brother kidnapped my van, forcing me to walk. So with my coat collar flipped up and my hands stuffed in my pockets, i stepped out into the cold. A deep breath of that bitter air tasted great with the lingering sweet touch of wine in my mouth. I took this opportunity of silence to think about everything on my mind. Occasionally when i was onto something, words would leak out and i'd find myself talking to myself. I think i was onto something- It doesn't take a beautiful guy to win over a great girl. I don't think anyway.

when i awoke in the morning i was happy to see my van back in the driveway. With a little prep and a daily read i was on my way to work where i poured a cup of coffee for Pauly. He has a "non-driver" ID because he's not allowed to drive. He yells when he talks, and if he doesn't know the answer to a question like, "What time do you get out of work?" He says, "STEVE, WHAT TIME DO I GET OUT OF WORK!?" Steve will answer, "You get off at five Pauly." I always thought Steve was his father. He said that when pauly was 16 he let him drive and it cost him 1000$ worth of damage. I don't think Steve is Pauly's father, because if he was Pauly would call him dad. Pauly asked me to hang out. He "sings" and wants to rock out. I don't want to be mean, but i'm hesitant to call.