Post by DALLAS ADAM TODD on Jul 23, 2016 18:19:03 GMT -7
The Chevy was giving him problems again and he had resulted to taking the bike to work. While that wasn't something he would complain about he was getting tired of feeling like his baby was a lawn ornament at his trailer. There were few things he took pride in that weren't his sisters and his bike and his Chevy were two of them. That meant priority. Lucky he was a mechanic and had the skills and the tools needed to fix his precious baby. Now the only thing he needed was a handle of whiskey and some music to keep him company while he did his work. That was all easy enough. That meant it was time to head to the liquor store and get to work.
A cigarette was hanging out of his mouth and hip hop was playing on his radio. With his tool boxes sitting in the seats of the car, he was set to start. Dallas popped open the hood of the Chevy and looked inside, taking a swig straight from the bottle of Black Label whiskey. He paused a second and took a look toward his phone sitting on a cooler on the porch of his trailer. Dallas put the bottle down in the driveway and walked up to the porch, reaching for his phone and unlocking it. He scrolled through the contact until he came to one and pressed the call button. "Hey Rowdy, it's Dal. Still want to come help me with the Chevy?" Dallas hated texting since you usually got a more immediate response from a phone call. At least you did if they answered which Rowdy always did. He pulled the cigarette from his mouth and flicked off the ash from the cherry.
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