The Success Of A Personal Flight Device
She had dropped out of high school a couple weeks after her 18th birthday and was rooming with a friend. I told about the increasing success of my PFDs.
“What’s a PFD?”
“It’s a Personal Flight Device.”
“Like an airplane?” “No, no..it’s like a jetpack.” “Wow.” “Yeah.” I shrugged at her underwhelming response. She took a sip of her water. After a couple dead end topics, I decided it was time to call it a night. She lived in the trailer park down the street from me, so before she left, I tried to plant one on her lips when she surprisingly pulled back from me. “What the fuck?” “Just sayin’ night.” “We’re in my boyfrie-” I looked up to the sound of a raspy voice, when I saw a sweaty bald guy rambling towards my Civic in a wife beater. “Jess? What the fuck are doing?” Raspy voice said. “I thought you were living with your friend.” “C’mon, I couldn’t let you down like that!” Raspy banged on my