I stopped my car in front of Lavin's house. There
was only one car outside; perhaps this is his
father's car. When I called, I assumed it was his
Dad on the other end of the line. No one could say those s**t words, only his father.
While waiting, I sat with my feet on the dashboard and my hands behind my back.
Their house is huge, both of his parents are successful, and having a mansion like this is not questionable, anymore. It's so beautiful, extravagant, and expensive, but it's also so lonely. The only room with light is on the first floor, while the rest of the space above the floor is dark with no light.
I've been here for almost 30 minutes. My Uncle Henry only wants to know where I'm going, so I tell him I'm going to see West. I've also told West that I'll go out today and co
