Climbing into the back seat of cars is my serious favorite pastime. There’s a huge lion blanket shoved into the corner of the seat ready to be transformed into a luxury experience provided to you by ripped up “leather” chairs,
with white stars on a backlit velvety escape after working a 24 hour shift at the local grocery store that happens to be on strike.
I’m that happy little scab who will rake in a fortune due to the idea of taking what’s mine.