Dalton
After the amazing day I had yesterday, I didn't expect this one to be such s**t. I overslept, was late to work, got Walker to school late, had to run back to the clubhouse to get something he left, and ran out of gas on my way to the school.
Which is why I'm sitting here on the side of the road waiting for someone to pick me up.
I'm in a foul as hell mood when a little sports car speeds by but then brakes and pulls a U-turn in the middle of the road, coming back to where I wait.
“Who the f**k is this?"
Already I'm on the defensive, and I don't want to f**k with anyone today. Scratch that, they don't want to f**k with me. They come to a stop in front of my bike and get out.
Tennis shoes cover the feet of the person getting out. Nothing I recognize, but then again unless they
