Jason Corduroy was usually at home vegetating in the den and watching horrible public access shows on their family’s shotty tv. If there time he’d be wrestling his older brother or listening to their dad share a story from his youth. Tonight though, he was hanging out at the outlook with the town’s heiress, Ms. America Northwest…who frankly didn’t act much like any rich person he knew.
Well, actually he never knew a rich person before her, so his exposure to the upper class was limited. But he was sure they weren’t like her. They wouldn’t be sitting in the back bed of a beat-up truck at midnight, and they certainly wouldn’t be treating him to discount slushies from the local 24 hour mart either.
She called it novel. He called it life.