My breath was taken away and I stood dumbfounded for what seemed like hours. I stared into his eyes which were so much like mine and instantly saw his...father. Their facial features were identical. The only thing on Jason that was mine, was his deep blue eyes and his sandy blonde hair; the rest was his father’s. Then, after what seemed like an eternity, but was probably only a few seconds, Jason spoke, “And you are?” he asked with a voice that was identical to his father’s. “Hi,” I said with a. Another hour of this shit and he would head over to the soup kitchen on the corner of Brooksdale for a bite to eat. The roads were quiet anyway and business had dried up. The sound of a powerful engine approaching fast filled the air and he turned just in time to see a red sports car zip around the corner. Braking hard at the lights light trails of smoke came off the thick tires. Squeek whistled. It was a nice, new looking convertible but his attention was trained more on the occupant; a young. Their round, furry ears tracked him like radar dishes, their feline pupils dilated into dark circles. He realized that he didn’t even know how to say hello in Borealan, could he even pronounce the words? The language seemed to be all spitting and hissing.An especially fat kitten stuck out its fluffy head from between two adults, staring at him with large, amber eyes. Its prehensile tail was curled around the leg of its parent for reassurance. He waved at it, and it inched forward, eyeing him. My insurance company didn't care that it was a vintage bike that I had rebuilt from the frame up and only paid me for a used motorcycle. The second bad thing was that my right shoulder was screwed up. Screwed up so bad that I had to give up my dream of the PGA tour. I was later able to play golf again but not at the level needed for the tour. See how smart I was; I actually got an education in college that I could use to make a good living.There was one good result of that accident. It led me.