<div class="floatleft">(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v140/dracour/cellosdrake-1-1.jpg)</div>As soon as Dave left the house he carried all of his stuff and threw it into the backseat of his car. His car was a bright red Mustang. It was a beautiful car as next to women it was one of the things he treasured most. Dave bid farewell to his house has he backed out of the driveway and sped off down the street. The feeling of being free. Not having a female tie him down if a liberating feels amazing. "Alright so where was I meeting these people, the Wal-Mart parking lot?" thought Dave as he jogged the back of his memory.<br/><br/>It did not take Dave log to reach the parking lot though he has a small problem trying to get to them. "Alright there they are" Dave said as saw a group of people that looked familiar. Dave pulls his red mustang along side the van.