“I’d say eight Saturday night. That will give us some time to cruise the strip, check out the chicks, do what we do and maybe get a screw.”
“That’s a terrible rhyme.”
“I’m not a poet, and I know it.”
Vin smiled. “I’ll score us some beer since you got the car. It’s the least I could do.”
“That sounds like a plan. I better split.”
“Later.” Mike made his way down the driveway and onto the sidewalk.
Vin went back to work on his car, thinking of that joyride on Saturday night . . . to be continued next Sunday at 6 A.M. Did you miss a post? Check out the Category “Tales from the Blog” in order to catch up. Have a great Sunday.