Years later?
Drumming his fingers on the steering wheel to the hard bass of an AC/DC song, Chris cruised up the street towards his next job. A doozy of one, too. The guy who called, Asian judging by the accent on the phone, wanted an estimate on turning his basement into a veritable jungle gym with climbing ropes, wall pegs, balance beams, gymnast rings and more. Why he'd build one at home when he could just get a monthly membership to a gym for less wasn't something Chris concerned himself with. As a handyman-s***h-contractor, he took whatever jobs came his way, anything to help him sock away for the time he'd leave home, which he didn't intend on doing anytime soon.
While his sister couldn't wait to leave the family nest, Chris found it quite comfortable. Sure, he needed to do his part
