-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 felt dangerous to walk outside even in broad daylight. A Ferrari in this place would have surely ended up in pieces, or worse, shipped Goddess knew where.
Yet somehow, in our drunken state, Chris and I had managed to find a spot to hide it between two abandoned buildings, where it barely fit, and then covered it with a disgusting, smelly sheet we’d most likely found on the street.
“F*ck, my head is pounding,” I groaned as we finally headed home.
“You don’t say. I might pull over soon so I can throw up,” Chris said, though his usual crooked smile was still in place.
“What the hell have we been doing?” I asked, opening his glove compartment to look f
