This is weird. Normally, I’m not as lucky with the ladies. Not like Lenny and Kyle anyway. I’m neither tall nor short, about 5’7, but I have the typical prison body and I kept it. I have a lot of tattoos on me, and my hair is short with the sides shaved. So, on the outside, I look like a thug. But I own my business, I work with my workers, and I get along with them really well. Whenever I work with them, lunch is on me, and I’d like for say I’m well liked.
Before me and the guys separated, the first time, I stayed back a bit to talk with the old man. While everyone else is fine with what he said, I was a bit more skeptical about it.
“What can I say to make you feel more comfortable?” He asked.
“Well, for starters, why the decline? What lead up to it.”
He gave a disappointed sigh. Not to me, but I think for the situation.