Chapter 2

The problem was, I mean besides it being ugly and not running, the will stated I couldn’t have it until I became an adult. So that meant what? Eighteen? Twenty-one? And it also meant Dad didn’t bother buying me a real car because, hey, I already had one! Besides, he already knew I wasn’t going to need one to get some random girl pregnant behind the Supermart, like Wayne had. Ever.

I could hear him now. “No, Nick, my boy, er, you don’t need a car. It’s not like you need to get to the football field, ha-ha, and I’m not spending my hard-earned cash so you can drive to some random Pride festival or whatever with your faggy friends.”