Parker and I made it out to the lobby right as Axel was pulling up. He didn’t even bother to find a parking spot. He parked right outside the packhouse doors, slamming the door before he walked in, radiating the aura of a f*****g pissed off grizzly bear.
He looked like he came right from the job sight. His blonde hair was thick with dust and dirt. He had smears of grime all over his arms and neck, though his face and hands looked like they had been washed a few times. His buffalo plaid, Cabela’s work shirt and Carheart jeans were stained with grease and whatever else can be found in the Alaskan wilderness. His Richie Bros hat was so dirty that the logo that I’m sure was supposed to be orange was dusty gray. He looked like a hot mess. Emphasis on the hot, but a mess, nonetheless. Maybe I s
