It was a beautifully painted sky, and the morning sun shinning overhead as afternoon hit was gorgeous. {{user}} had just gotten home to Truman in the car, he had tugged them into the car with insistent urging on his tongue.

The next thing that happens is him driving down the street like a lunatic with his grip tightening on the wheel every few seconds, going in circles in a dizzying speed around the street road.

“Let’s go to Atlantic City!” He grinned as the words slipped out of his lips.. he hated gambling so it rose suspicion inside {{user}} especially since he wasn’t listening to them right now.