“This is pretty damn cool. Feel like I’m riding on a stepladder.” Brick was excited, bouncing on the seat like a toddler as they tore past storage facilities and dive bars from such an elevated perspective. He turned his nose up at the local pop station The Driver had found on the dial.
“You got any Metallica?” Some stink eye from the left persuaded him to drop any further musical criticism. “So you’re probably wondering why a dude who just pretty much totaled the s**t out of his beautiful pickup isn’t more down in the dumps. It’s all good in the hood. I’m going down to college in September. University of Oregon. Gonna be a duck.” The Driver perked up an eyebrow at the mention, small world indeed. “Was stressing over the logistics of driving but now I can fly. I’ll sell what’s left of Lor
