I guess I can hack this driving shit. Logan picked me up after he got off work, and we went driving. His daily driver is a white '84 BMW 745i, pristine condition. Looks like an '80s coke dealer's car or some shit. He's got a Nardi wooden steering wheel on there, glossy as shit, and wood paneling that came with the thing, and the white finish is in excellent shape.
So when we pulled into the Jamba Juice parking lot, him with his beard and aviators, me with my long hair, backwards baseball cap, and sport sunglasses... we looked like fucking dealers. Straight up looked like mismatched drug dealers.
Got my final interview for the coffee shop tomorrow. Totally gonna nail that shit, just watch me.