Woody's Point of View
Shit.
I struggled to pull on my sock as I hopped around in my living room trying not to make too much noise because Yale was still asleep in my bed.
I got a call from Boss Man this morning. I had to meet up with him to discuss some s**t he wanted to discuss. I should probably leave Yale a note. I'm going to be total ass for leaving her to wake up to herself this morning.
But if Boss Man calls I need to get my ass up and show up. This is my f*****g job and I'm sure she'd understand...
Plus I'll take her to some fancy restaurant for breakfast when I get home, that should make up for it,
I hope.
Fuck, I pulled my clean white Nike t-shirt off the couch and scanned the wooden floor for my Jordan 4's. Where the f**k did I put my f*****g shoes.
I pulled my t-shirt ov
