Probably a bit too often, I find myself worrying about Mike. Mike is one of those school friends that, although I keep in really good touch with, has taken a very different path in life than yours truly. Instead of following what I would consider to be the well trodden and expected path, Mike took a hard left when we left school, entering into a world I know nothing about. I can’t talk very explicitly about it, but I can say that he works with cars.
Anywho, recently, after a much longer absence than usual, Mike decided it was time to explode back into my life. Yep, explode is definitely the right word to use there. With his usual cagey pizzazz, he dragged me outside to admire his new vinyl wrap. In Melbourne, fast cars don’t make you stand out enough, or so Mike told me. But I feel like this is completely ridiculous, because if I see a Lambo or a Ferrari, I’m going to be taking pictures of it like there’s no tomorrow. I mean come on, it could be a Russian oligarch or a Hollywood socialite in there! Well, Mike wanted to make it even more ostentatious, getting this crazy car wrap done in Melbourne so that his cars literally have flames all the way down their sides. Subtle, I know, but Mike always has been a bit more on the quiet side.
The reason I worry about him, though (I realise I haven’t really been getting to the point here) is that, between all the mumbo-jumbo about cars and wraps, I feel like he was having an internal freakout. I could tell that, even though he was really psyched about the car, he was in some serious trouble. I’m not sure what yet, exactly, but he was worried, and because of that, so am I.