Chapter 13

Like, what the hell, all this fuss over an old car? It was almost as old as they were! Well I guess the old thing had nostalgic value for them, reminded them of when they were young and virile, which reminded me of that sleeping, drunken bastard passed out in my bed. Where was I supposed to sleep?

I went back into the garage and shoved the condoms back in the glove compartment. There’s nostalgia for you. Then I got to pouting. Then I started seeing how silly it all was, and started laughing at myself and how funny all life was. How nice that I could make some old guy’s life perfect, someone who had been so good to me. You just never know when there’s going to be a party, John had once said, when I was depressed. And this, being able to give him this car and make his old dream come true, was in itself, a party. Even though I had to get it back later. Oh well.