"Whatever. I don't care if
Chipotle
is Mexican or not. Look at this."
"What am I looking at?"
Keith pointed to the bottom right corner of the dashboard and began to explain.
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Dave never thought he'd live with another person again. He thought he'd die alone. Fast.
He'd tried drinking himself to death. Like
Nicolas Cage
in Leaving Las Vegas. But he couldn't drink anything stronger than
beer
or
wine
. So he did get plenty drunk but he couldn't kill himself that way. Instead he became unhealthy and lost all motivation. Except one thing he did lose the motivation for. He stopped wanting to drink.
After that life started flowing back into him. He kept driving cause he had nothing else to do. And then he ended up in a town where the waitress was awfully nice to him. So he decided he'd stay at a motel there and kept coming back into the diner. Didn't have any other place to come to.
And now he was planning to move into an apartment near
Gas City
with his new coworker. They wouldn't be coworkers long. The commute to the diner would be decent. But both of them agreed that the
diner
was the only place they'd like working around those parts. And Gas City had the only decent modern housing for them.
Max never asked whether Dave wanted to buy a house. Dave didn't want to suggest it. So he just let Max take the lead on finding potential leases.
They would be moving within six weeks. A place right off the highway. Two bedroom apartment. Looked kind of like a place a lot of college kids would live. Only thing was that there was no college nearby.