I wondered if one of my old rich friends had decided to pay me a visit.
There was one who loved cars like this anyway, Tom Sawyer.
'That old thief, I wonder what he wants anyway, it's been years' I thought.
I decided to confirm for myself from Benjamin first.
"Benjamin, whose car is that?" I said and pointed to the car.
"Where sir?" He asked and turned to see what I was pointing at.
He saw it and laughed a little, but just enough to not be disrespectful.
"That's your son's car sir, he's currently around," he said.
'My son? Damon? There's probably some kind of mistake. How on earth would Damon have enough money to afford such a car, what on earth is he even doing here?' I thought to myself.
"That's Damon's car?" I asked, I had a very surprised look on my face, and I couldn't even hide it.
Just then, my wife came down from the car and put her arm on my shoulder.
