Kapitel 52: New place

LANCE

Dad pull off to a hardware store and bought five pails of paint, two paint roller,s and paint trays. At first, I have no idea what he'll use these things for. I busied myself eating the fiesta tacos I bought from the cart of white guy with shaggy hair beside the hardware.

Dad parked in a remote alleyway where dump trash and cats in heat are our only audience. He forced me to get my ass off the passenger seat and help him cover the logo and 'Your best pizza in town' sign on the side truck with paint.

"And exactly why are we doing this?" I plunge the paint roller on the tray and began smudging the ugly cartoon man on a chef hat. His two big eyeballs gone missing, wiped clean.

"So we won't get caught. The owner must have reported his missing truck. So we better cover our tracks before they fine us."

"Find or fine?"

"Fine."