Post by Jack O'Riley on Jul 6, 2009 23:31:58 GMT -6
Jack wasn't a cheap guy, he was just the kind of guy who rather do it himself (in a non-dirty way), especially when your car breaks down and gets overheated on the west side highway and you have to pay four hundred bucks to get it towed back to your place. Not to mention a professional wants 800 bucks to put on a new belt and put oil in the tank. Jack took off his white dress shirt he was wearing and pulled down the red wifebeater he had on. His tattoos glistened in the sun. He felt better about wearing shirts that showed his arms now, since it was getting hotter outside. Jack was now under the hood leaning over making sure the belt was on right. Bon Jovi music came through the stereo and seemed muffled by the engines roar. Jack touched a hot coil with the back of his hand and hissed as he pulled it away quickly he cut it on a rough edge. He held his hand in his other and leaned back against the front of his car. He stood there putting pressure on his throbbing hand and then decided he had to finish what he started. He shook the pain off and got down and lay on his back, he had to check that there was a plug under the car, that wasn't clogged, and could let the heat the engine made out. He lye under the car and prodded around, cursing from the pain in his hand.
