-Garrett-
It had been hell finding our car. We had no idea where we were. All we knew was that we had ended up in a neighborhood where it seemed dangerous just walking outside in daylight. A Ferrari in this place would surely have ended up in pieces, being shipped Goddess knew where, but somehow Chris and me, in our drunken state, had found a place to hide it between two abandoned buildings, where it barely fit and then covered it with a disgusting and smelly sheet we most likely had found on the street.
“F*ck, my head is pounding,” I groaned, as we were finally heading home.
“You don’t say, I might pull over soon, so I can throw up,” Chris said but not without his usual crooked smile.
“What the f*ck have we been doing?” I asked, opening his glove compartment to look for sunglasses, a
