Chapter 39

‘Let the waves crash over me now’

‘Had a taste and now I might drown’

‘I know I think too much, but trying not to fucking sucks’

Carl sang out and I joined him at the chorus.

‘Worst case scenario playing in my head’

‘Misery in stereo, but I’m not done yet’

‘Nothing left to do, and my mind’s gone cold’

‘I don’t really want to face it when it’s all a’

‘Worst case scenario playing in my head’

We yelled it out into the closed shop. He was leaned over a 2012 GMC Arcadia with a bad radiator while I was digging around in a 1973 Pantera that one of Carl’s friends had brought in. Apparently, it was going to be a whole rebuild project and I was happy to dig around in the 8-cylinder beast. I’d always loved older and classic cars, so this one was a real treat.

Leaning back, I laughed as Carl was shaking his ass as most of his body was under the hood of the car. It was getting dark already and I had had a wonderfully uninterrupted day of car after car. Carl had been right, with a full