Page 26 of Trading Paint
When Sway opened the box, I nearly wrecked the fucking truck at the site of week old sushi covered in maggots and god knows what else.
When she puked on me after opening the box, I did wreck the truck in the ditch.
We sat there for a moment when I finally brought the truck to a halt on the side of the road, after barreling into the ditch, there appeared to be a stump that came out of nowhere. I hit that too.
“Really?”I simply said when the airbag blew up in my faceafterthe wreck.
So much for safety.
There I sat alongside the road in nothing but my underwear waiting for the tow truck while Sway laughed.
“I’m so glad you’re amused by this.”
“Me too,” she said giggling again to the point she looked like she was crying. This was yet another instance in my life where I was not impressed with her lack of concern for me or my truck.
“I hope you piss yourself.”
She stopped laughing altogether and looked appalled that I said that. “That’s an awful thing to say. Why would you say something like that?”
“Oh I don’t know,” I gestured to the no clothes and wrecked truck. “You puked on me and made me wreckmytruck.”
“Listen asshole,” she scowled, her mood completely changing from appalled to pissed, shoving me in the chest. “thatwasn’t my fault.”
“Really?”I challenged.
She shrugged carelessly as if this wasn’t a big deal. “Well maybe the puking part but you’re the one that left sushi in your truck for a week! Who does that shit?” she held her hand up when I went to speak. “And worst of all, you couldn’t smell it! It was rancid.”
“I give up!” I yelled throwing my arms up against the deployed air bag.
“As you should,” she smiled triumphantly. “This is one battle youain’twinning Riley.”
When we finally made it to the track, I was not in a good mood. This might have had something to do with the fact that my truck had a smashed bumper and a reeked of puke but that’s beside the point.
What was irritating me now was walking around the pits in my fucking underwear while other driver whistled and made catcalls at me because I had no clothes to wear.
I found my racing suit so I had something to wear and then was met with Chelsea staring at me with her sister.
The day just kept getting better and better.
“What are you doing here?” I asked zipping my racing suit. I told her to stay home but no, she never fucking listened to what I said. I’m surprised she even listened to what track I was going to be at.
“I wanted to wish you luck.” She cooed with a smile and wrapped her arms around my neck.
I sighed pulling her away.
“I need to get to the drivers meeting.”
I didn’t have time for this shit today. A bad showing at a World of Outlaw race did nothing for your image in racing and nothing for my determination to step out of Jimi’s shadow.
I needed to be on my game and with the way the day was starting out, I wasn’t on my game.
“Where’s Sway?”
“She’s changing in the bathrooms.” I kept walking to my car as they followed close behind.
A few drivers glanced at Chelsea. There was no denying that she was attractive but their attention to her didn’t bother me.
Most of all, Ihatedwhen Chelsea came to the races. She spent the majority of the time bitching about dirt. Anyone wears anything white to a racetrack is asking for problems and she always did.
