What did I look like, 5’8, 19 years old, sweating my ass off on a little huffy mountain bike that I haven’t ridden since middle school? It was now a rusty, squealing, piece of shit. My clothes were sticking to me because of this damn summer heat. I had no license, no car, and no money to buy one.I had no job because no one wanted to hire a fresh out of high school newbie with no job experience. Next year, I’d be starting college, and I didn’t even know what I wanted to do.Right now, it was too damn hot to think about anything but getting my ass home. My piece of shit bike squeaked down my neighborhood, passing the same houses with the same people in them since I was in elementary school.I was stuck riding my bike again since FJ left for college last August. He, with his 2023 Chevy Camaro, had been my ride everywhere for the past two years.I missed FJ. He was my friend. More than that, he was my first.We weren’t lovers or anything like that. I just looked up to him. We lived in th
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