“You ever stop at a crosswalk and look at the people inside the cars? They all have lives; they all have stories to tell. And just when you start to wonder about their lives they’re gone, off to another chapter. Meanwhile you just stand there, waiting to make a story out of your life.”
It’s pretty good if I do say so myself, from that point the character goes into a story that’s very Eighties but still makes sense in today’s world that may or may not involve the protagonist damaging his father’s car.
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