Smiling as he climbs aboard his two decades old, powder blue Honda Goldwing motorcycle, Lenny rolls down the short gravel drive, and waits until he’s on the street before firing up the engine. The roommates at this house where he’s been staying – unofficially, though chipping in for food, beer, utilities and rent in exchange for a couch – were not exactly thrilled that he was bailing on such short notice, and he doesn’t want to further rile them up this early on a Sunday morning. Although with the state of this muffler, it’s debatable how much noise he is cutting between here and their bedrooms.
"The Doom Statues" - Chapter 13
"The Doom Statues" - Chapter 13
"The Doom Statues" - Chapter 13
Smiling as he climbs aboard his two decades old, powder blue Honda Goldwing motorcycle, Lenny rolls down the short gravel drive, and waits until he’s on the street before firing up the engine. The roommates at this house where he’s been staying – unofficially, though chipping in for food, beer, utilities and rent in exchange for a couch – were not exactly thrilled that he was bailing on such short notice, and he doesn’t want to further rile them up this early on a Sunday morning. Although with the state of this muffler, it’s debatable how much noise he is cutting between here and their bedrooms.