“Jeeezus Christ on a flaming bagel, Andrew, you’re fifteen years old. You ain’t gonna impress a girl you like by getting her name tattoed on you. You know what would impress her? Getting a job.”
Andrew took his mom’s advice, applied for and got a dishwashing job at Bon Giorno’s, daydreamed about Angela.
Cashed his check. Got a tattoo in Fuzzy Nick’s Basement.
Couldn’t wait to show Angela.
Found her at Game Stop.
“What is it?” she said.
“A GTO. The car I’m gonna get.”
Angela frowned. “Cars are horrible for the environment. My name would have been kinda cute.”
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