afternoon Tom and I were at the
house. Tom was telling Abel about
my date, and Abel decided to be
generous. He said I could take a car
for the dance.
There was a red Mazda that
we’d had for a while, a complete
piece of shit but it worked well
enough. I’d borrowed it before, but
the car I really wanted was Abel’s
BMW. It was old and beat-up like
the Mazda, but a shit BMW is still a
BMW. I begged him to let me take
it.
“Please, please, can I use the
BMW?”
“Not a fucking chance.”