Karl
I was standing at the edge of the dealership's main building, staring out into the sun-beaten lot, sucking down bad coffee from a cheap Styrofoam cup. My starched dress shirt itched my skin, the collar dug into my neck, and my tie felt ugly, like it was choking me. Even my face was irritated from the fresh shave that morning.
This was bullshit. Absolute bullshit.
I was wasting my life, here. Not only did I not have Jassy by my side, but I couldn't ride my bike either. I had to wake up every morning, work a shitty job I hated. And the only consolation I had was getting to rub one out after my subconscious delivered up a hot dream.
I could just leave, though. I knew I could. I could start searching for my woman. Go high and low, looking everywhere. Just take what money I had, buy a
