There wasn’t a lot to say at this point Dave kept his eyes locked forward and Max slept as much as he could. He never asked Dave about where they were going. Politely danced around it, but instead said things like cant wait to get there, or man any minute...

Westcity reeked of marijuana or maybe that was just where Dave decided to sleep. A big house, at one time probably pretty nice, was decorated now with greek letters. The inside hacked and cut into seperate rooms for 30 men or boys. And thats where Dave's spontaneous  Airbnb was. Fuck...

Marc Love was in the cafe the next morning like always. But he felt like something was still off. Again no Max. But now the waitress was looking at him. Like really looking at him. He thought about leaving, but the first cup of coffee was just poured. He could...

Max's house seemed in order. As in order a guy like him could be. There were deck chairs in the yard, and cooler near the front door, four beers sitting there a bit warm now. His car was in the driveway. Maxxx the license plate read. She knocked a few...

Marc brought it up to the waitress and the Gas City diner.


Have you seen that one guy, you know the. He made gestures with his hands. The guy that always plays loud music. 

Ohhh, Max? Yeah he wasn't feeling so good. Had to take a few days. 

Ah, okay, just...

Max was thinking about his wallet now. He put that crumbled piece of paper in a safe. It was a toy safe, you could open with a knife, or if you were really smart just with a screw driver. Taking the battery out, and putting them back in. Max felt...

Max grunted in agreement. Putting a hat over his eyes, he tilted his seat back. He drifted off a little then came too. Not enough for Dave to notice. Dave had turned on the radio, a talk show about nothing. He laughed a little with the guys. They were talking...

Marc was having his coffee at the diner. They knew what he liked, the usual they would say, and beyond that just uhuhs and thats okay sweetie followed. Nothing else. They knew how he took his coffee, which before that was reserved to, well if he thought about it, his...

For a trip like this he needed what? His hoodie? Two pairs of pants some shirts and socks. All he had clean 5 pairs. I guess he could just clean em when he needed them. He was excited. Damn I haven’t left in awhile. Immediately his stomach dropped.

Fuck the diner...

Max was pumping gas the next day. Filling her up he sometimes would say to his friends. He didn’t get why they did three decimal places here. Like the prices it made him think that everywhere does this but the gas station is the only one that displays it. But...