The Mark
“what’s up J?” “Dude, you’ve got to do me a solid. Rachael is home. And I just cant bring myself to be late again. She and I aren’t getting along so well now that I’m working here four nights a week instead of two. I hate splitting my time like this, but I get more daylight with the baby” Yes, I’m rolling my eyes at him. Last thing I want to do is drive one of the regular drunks back to whatever shit stained slum they drag themselves out of so they can get drunk, and ogle the club kids...