Karl
I woke up at seven in the morning every day so I could come here, to this used car lot in middle-of-goddamn-nowhere Indiana, and try to move used cars. I'd been doing it for the last three months, ever since Jassy and I had left New Orleans.
Wherever she was now, I just hoped she was having a better time of it than me.
Now, Billy Lyons was sitting here, asking me about whether or not he should ask out the new receptionist, see if she wanted to go grab a drink with him after work on Friday. And all I wanted to do was eat my burger, finish the next chapter of the book I was reading, and get back to work to finish out this day.
“Come on, Peter,” Billy said, slapping my shoulder with the back of his hand, “gimme some hints here, brother. Gimme some tips, or let me like, rub your head
