Rosha pulled up later than he'd meant to. He'd forgotten to set his alarm before he'd gone to sleep this morning, after staying up all night playing computer games. Luckily he'd only woken up about 30 minutes later than he'd meant to, so he jumped in the shower and showered quickly, skipping shaving, which took 20-30 minutes in and of itself, being that he used a straight razor instead of safety razors like most people, and so it involved mixing a warm lather and all the other good stuff that went with shaving with a straight razor. He used a straight razor because safety razors gave him shave bumps. He debated packing his mutt (http://i286.photobucket.com/albums/ll106/release879/3332889331_bc38236163_z.jpg) into the car, a red, medium-haired miniature dachshund named Daisy, but thought better of it, as she would only get in the way, so he filled up her food and water bowl and kissed her on her head before he left. Daisy was the closest thing he had to a kid. He'd fallen in love with her at a dog show and bought her immediately.<br/><br/>Pulling up, he felt a little out of place among the gigantic trucks and newer cars with his old 1965 Mustang with a rumbling 408 cubic inch V8. Still, he was proud of the damned thing. He always drove around with the windows down. Though he had A/C and heat in the car, he simply preferred driving with the windows down, no matter what month. As a result, those in the back could hear "Rammstein- Waidmann's Heil" as he pulled up. He revved his engine once as a sort of greeting before he killed it. The mufflers he had on the car were rather small glass packs, so he rattled windows when he revved it, which drew a lot of looks, both angry and curious, from the neighbors, at whom he just grinned and waved. He grabbed the two 6 packs of Guinness, chips and salsa he'd brought, and then locked up his car, both with the door locks and a bar on the steering wheel. His car was relatively easy to hotwire and steal, being so old, so he took as much precaution as he could.<br/><br/>He rounded the corner and loudly announced,<strong>"He-he-hey, it's Special K! What's up guys?"</strong>He walked over to the ice chest and put all the Guinness inside, and grabbed a Corona while he waited for the Guiness to get cold. He didn't notice the puppy as he put the chips and salsa on the table, and then walked inside to see if anything was going on. Micah was inside grabbing food, so he didn't go back outside yet, instead greeting her.<br/><br/><strong>"Hey Micah, how are ya?"</strong>Rosha asked with the eternal smile he wore.