No I don’t want to be arrested
Another dreadfully long minute passed as I stared at the clock in the changing room. Being in my line of work, the working hours were from late at night to early in the morning. I was waiting for the clock to hit 5am for the shift to end. The gentleman’s club was clearing out little by little as usual. I just finished getting changed into my normal clothes and headed out the back doors. When I got into my yellow mustang I felt more relaxed already. I loved my car and I could just drive around all day to nowhere… and everywhere. I sat in the parking lot while I waited for the morning dew to clear off my windshield. Just when I took a deep breath, I snapped back into reality. “omg, what am …