5 Chapter 5

He laughed at that. He doesn’t know what love is but he’s pretty sure it’s nothing like what he feels for her, or for any of the guys he meets at the clubs. In his mind love is something carved in diamond, realdiamond and not that fake shit he wears sprayed on the front of his jeans. It’s hard and indestructible and undeniable. That’s what he’s holding out for. Something like that.

But he has other things on his mind at the moment, doesn’t he? He isn’t looking for forever, or even just right now. He’s looking for a deal and a CD with his picture on the cover, his songs on the tracks. He thinks maybe this thing at the Lot is just what he needs to get that dream underway. How old is he again? Twenty-three, and nowhere near where he wants to be with his life. If everyone keeps telling him he’s so young, why does it feel like he’s running out of time?