The day was here. In the morning, as I curled up on the couch, waiting for my waffles to be done, my dad came up to me, put out his knuckles and said, “You’re going to rock it.” “I know,” was my reply.

We walked in, hours later. We stepped in and started. We forgot to do a Christianity thing. I felt horrible. But I didn’t have long to. They started asking questions, some I barley have the answers to. It was over soon enough. We walked away with $35 and 10% intrest. I was very happy with our decision. I NEVER want to do that again.