Imogen Howe dreamed of delivering pizzas. She was in her old car, a hand me down she had in highschool. A  Ford   Windstar light blue. Had 7 seats, 8 if you tried really hard. 

She drove everywhere back then. Taking people after school, and before. She even had a paper...

When he came too he was on the ground. A pool cue broken lay next to him Jack to his right.

He couldn't make out out who was in front of him yet. 

All he heard was "Those are the rules. He's gotta go."

"Just wait a sec though no reason to...

It rang a few times. Then went to voice mail. A raspy but energetic voice came on. 

"Don't worry. Don't worry. Don't worry. You've got the right number, but the wrong time. Give me a few and I'll get back to you. Oh and don't worry about leaving nothing. I...

His freezer was in the garage. Something Jay thought was weird. His parents didn't have that, but thats where they all were. The snacks. They had everything and most things Jay's mom wouldn't buy, and all the things the ice cream truck guy had.

"What you want?"

"Can I have that one...

They were seated far away. Slightly elevated. This bar had different levels. The pool area the lowest then the dance floor then the bar then the booths up high. Like some sort of colosseum. Thats where they were, Jack in the moment after the crack and before what he saw....

Kyle his friends called him. Technically his name was Cristopher, but he hadn't used that since he was younger. Much younger, liked before college. He'd tell people this, even though he didn't go to college. It was more like when everyone else was.

He went straight to work. He jumped...

"You just have to make sure this doesn't happen."

"I know, but the thing is there wasn't, I uh."

"There's no I know but, there is only I did not do the job I agreed to."

"I know, I uh, just didn't think I needed to order that every week."

"If it says it...

At the bar he scrolled his phone. He had to know, what was Kyle Sardisnsky doing. He searched at the bar, his screen lighting his face up blue. He was in the booth. No one around him. His drink had a stream of bubbles trying to escape. 

He checked  LinkedIn...

Usually Jack wouldn't respond. Or would respond, but only with short words. Aaron he liked, he didn't really need to talk. They played games together online sometimes. At one point he was playing on Aaron's poker tournament, but with Alan it wasn't like that. Always had to talk. Usually about...

The  PBR was iced cold. Served in a wide mouth glass screw top. Some sort of Jam jar. Jack liked that, maybe it was a way to save money at first but it worked now, made him feel like the beer had to be good cause it wasn’t fancy. 

There...