Post by jason on Oct 3, 2008 14:01:57 GMT -5
Just at the edge of the park Jason had parked his black 1967 Chevy Impala and was now sitting on top of it. Leaning with his back against the front window he had stretched his legs out on front of him, one laying over the other, and had propped his hands behind his head. His black coat was laying besides him on the hood of the car as it wasn’t necessary to wear it. With his eyes closed Jason enjoyed the sun on his face and dozed off every now and then. Last night had been a busy night where he had not only won a shitload of money with racing but also managed to make a few good bussines deals for the garage.
Jason was known as a very good racer in the illegal street race circuit. You might as well call him popular as many dared him to race them for a few grant. In all reality Jason could use the money but he didn't truly need it to be able to keep the garage or pay for college. He was doing fine as it was but it did make life a little easier and perhaps a little more fun than it was now. Being a racer though had its perks like the huge amounts of money, the fast cars, the thrills and of course, the fcuking hot girls cheering on the side lines. It made a smirk play on his lips when he thought about it. There was nothing better than feeling the thrill of the ‘sport’, win, get rick and celebrate it all later on in a with a hot girl. IF, you managed to not get caught that is.
Seriously: Street Racer Heaven.
Jason yawned, running a hand through his hair and pushing his sun glasses down on his nose. Today he was just going to relax and enjoy his winnings from last night. There were no special things that needed his attention -the people who worked for him at the garage would very well manage on their own today- and there was no homework or something of the sorts waiting for him back at the dorm either.
Life was fcuking great today.
Jason was known as a very good racer in the illegal street race circuit. You might as well call him popular as many dared him to race them for a few grant. In all reality Jason could use the money but he didn't truly need it to be able to keep the garage or pay for college. He was doing fine as it was but it did make life a little easier and perhaps a little more fun than it was now. Being a racer though had its perks like the huge amounts of money, the fast cars, the thrills and of course, the fcuking hot girls cheering on the side lines. It made a smirk play on his lips when he thought about it. There was nothing better than feeling the thrill of the ‘sport’, win, get rick and celebrate it all later on in a with a hot girl. IF, you managed to not get caught that is.
Seriously: Street Racer Heaven.
Jason yawned, running a hand through his hair and pushing his sun glasses down on his nose. Today he was just going to relax and enjoy his winnings from last night. There were no special things that needed his attention -the people who worked for him at the garage would very well manage on their own today- and there was no homework or something of the sorts waiting for him back at the dorm either.
Life was fcuking great today.