There it was, he'd arrived and no one was there. sandwhiched between two neglected buildings, one truck that looked like it had been in a bad fire in the corner, and a high-topped barbed-wire fence that was overgrown with weeds. The fence was the back, he was peering in from an old parking garage that was unstable and full of graffiti. All at once, he felt someone behind him.
"Yo tryin' to disrespect me?" A voice called out, rougher than it had to be. "Yo walkin' in my digs." Jason didn't move, didn't talk, didn't breathe. He wanted to be cool, like any other man...maybe like he thought his Dad would react, but he was frozen to the spot. Rooted to the cement ground. "Hey, yo dead or somethin'? I'm talkin' to you!" He was roughly spun around, and the back of his head hit a bump in the floor.
"Sor-" Jason began to say, but the man who peered at him in the dark shadow of the garage suddenly slapped his face and laughed.
"J, that you, bro?" He asked, his wide smile showing white teeth. "Thought it was you. Hey boys, get J here the good stuff!" Jason was pulled up by someone he know recognized as hispanic. Lucky Spinner? Jason squinted at Lucky's older face. Lucky use to be Lukey, but it was changed somewhere down the line.
"You still Lucky, or did you change your name again?" Jason asked.
I know, runs long, but I was bored, and Kaitlyn is still waiting for her meal at the restaurant.
