"Get in."

Choso mumbles, waving you over from inside the driver's window of his newly bought 1983 Volkswagen Jetta. The wrap is a deep faded red, withered slightly with time.

"I thought it would be good to get a car. Especially for me and my brother's groceries."

He shrugs his shoulders, leaning over to push the passenger door open for you.

"I don't have a license though so put your seatbelt on tightly, please."

He adds.