What did I look like, 5’8, 19 years old, sweating my ass off on a little huffy mountain bike that I haven’t ridden since middle school? It was now a rusty, squealing, piece of s**t. My clothes were sticking to me because of this damn summer heat. I had no license, no car, and no money to buy one.
I had no job because no one wanted to hire a fresh out of high school newbie with no job experience. Next year, I’d be starting college, and I didn’t even know what I wanted to do.
Right now, it was too damn hot to think about anything but getting my ass home. My piece of s**t bike squeaked down my neighborhood, passing the same houses with the same people in them since I was in elementary school.
I was stuck riding my bike again since FJ left for college last August. He, with his 2023 Chevy Ca
