Thursday, April 22, 2010

"Can you drive a stick?" Text messages are really the only form of communication with him.
"I can't now because of my foot," he responds. He's been doing jui jit su and getting his ass kicked on a daily basis.
"I meant just in general."
"Yes. I can." I had asked him because I've been looking at getting a car, one with a manual transmission. The ones I want are sticks, so I needed someone to teach me. I didn't dare ask him though. That may be crossing the line a little. He was supposed to come visit tomorrow, go with me to a party one of my friends from work is having. I can already tell he's going to bail. I suppose he'll just have to wait a little longer then.

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