Nathan
It's been a week since Renée left. Every morning I expect her to be here when I wake up, and every evening I expect her to be here when I get home from work. She's still in Minnesota, all I think about is her. When I'm working, when I'm stealing, while I sleep, while I cook, she crossed my mind and never left.
I have today off and I have no idea what to do with my free time. I don't feel like stealing. The apartment's already clean since I've hardly done anything in it. There's not much for me to do in my small annoying town, Crandall.
Sometimes I wish I wasn't so antisocial. Maybe I'd have more friends if I was nicer. Maybe if I had more friends, I would have someone to talk to about serious things other than Renée. Renée, God I miss Renée.
I need to clear my head, I'm starting to think like an idiot. I'll go for a ride. I felt my stiff muscles slowly loosen as I walked outside to my black Harley Davidson. I caressed the seat in a loving manner.
I remember the day I bought this. They wanted proof I was 18, I wasn't. I was actually 16, but I was always good at providing fake papers. How I got away with illegal things, I don't know. Maybe it's luck, maybe it's talent. Somehow they were convinced I was legally allowed to buy a motorcycle and they sold it to me. I've had it ever since.
I always say it's the one thing I've never stolen. In a way it's true, I paid for my Harley with money, but I did so illegally. I don't mind though.
I popped my neck and swung my leg over my Harley and drove off. I hardly have to pay attention when I drive. It all seems to come naturally. I always seem to know where I'm going and how to get there, and if I don't I still manage to figure it out.
I made it out to the middle of nowhere hours later. Texas is pretty terrible, but it's good for one thing. You can drive for hours and still be in Texas.
I pulled over into an abandoned, old parking lot and turned off the engine. I got off my Harley and stretched my arms above my head. I could hear the snap and cracking sounds and it felt great. I dropped my arms back down to my sides and popped my back and then shoulders.
I pulled out my phone to check the time, it was about 1:30pm. I'd been driving for 4 hours which meant 4 hours to get back home. I sighed and started on my way back. I'm glad I can always count on my black Harley Davidson.