Kyle POV:
After we played a few more songs together and we talked. Blaine was into a lot of things that I was. He told me about his motorcycle. He had a 2 MV Agusta Brutale 1000rr. 2020 Model. "I'm looking at a Yamaha YZF, it's about $6000." I said. "Those are nice my first bike was a 2010 Kawasaki 250r." Blaine responded. We continued talking about motorcycles for another 30 minutes. "Oh shit I've got work gotta go." I quickly said. "Ok see ya." Blaine responded though he seemed disappointed.
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I fucking hated work. I didn't have a normal job, nope I had to get into the weed industry. Stupid Kyle what the fuck was I thinking. I don't care if I get free weed anymore. Can't really stop now though. I'm too deep in to it. My "job" is my main reason of my depression, everyone is the worst, I swear to God.
My depression all started with my dad killing himself. One day he just hung himself. We tied his shoes together and threw them onto a tree in the middle of the park. Those shoes are still there. They were converse, my favorite shoe brand. I'm not going to lie a couple times I've almost followed my father's footsteps. 2 months was the closest attempt. My 7th cut.
A/N: Sorry it took so long to finish this I was struggling with some personal stuff. Hope your enjoying the book so far.
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Red Sneakers
General FictionKyle Sanchez, 22 years old, starts a new journey in life. What will he do and more importantly who will he meet.
