The kid dipped into his pocket and pulled out a folded bill, it looked like a twenty but I wasn't sure. Kenny grabbed it, unfolded it, and smiled. 'Ex...ortion, ' was my first thought, but then Kenny reached into the locker and pulled out a baggy. Something green and leafy. Probably oregano. Kenny was running an herb store for aspiring cooks.I took three big steps and kicked the locker door hard. It smashed closed, not quite catching Kenny's hand. As Kenny's head snapped toward me, I reached out. ? I tried not to show how relieved I was, or how happy. I thought on my mentor’s words. ‘Go slow, Amy. Don’t get your hopes too high. People have a romanticized notion of what they think this is all about, but when reality sets in; they realize they only want to play at it, and only for short periods of time. There is nothing wrong with that, but it won’t make you happy.’ ?Okay Paul. Let’s say a trial period of two weeks, while you see what is involved and what the rules are. Then. My sticky gunk drips down and through my fingers, soaking the flimsy fabric yet again. I flop out of bed and pad across the wasteland of detritus, that is my bedroom floor, and into the bathroom. Get into the shower and do what's necessary. Luckily, I'm not one of those lads that, as soon as they hit puberty, stink like the PE changing room. That overwhelming mixture of feet, mud, spunk and armpits, that assaults you as you walk in. My testosterone seems pretty sweet smelling. I don't spend. When everyone else was getting call-backs, I got rejection e-mails, or worse, nothing at all. I had never been outstanding but it wasn’t like I sat in the back flicking spit balls. So, in order to maintain the college lifestyle without being in college, I renewed my lease with the aspiration that one day I’d get a bone thrown my way. Until then, it was cloudy with a chance of working the evening shift at Subway. My car was a 1995 Saturn Coupe. It ran fine and guzzled oil like my grandpa does.