As the radio buzzed quiet, old school tunes in the ever-darkening dusk, many things ran through my mind: “How would having a kid affect my career? My relationships? My social life? How would my life in general be affected? I rhythmically rubbed my stubby chin, so many things to think about. All that needed to wait though; I needed to make a call.
The phone rang twice, before a gruff sounding, low pitched; older man’s voice answered:
“Jimmy’s Beds and Furniture, how can I help you?”
“Hey Jimmy, how’s it going, it’s Marshall.” I replied, livelier than usual.
“Hey long time no see, how’s Hollywood treatin’ ya buddy?”
“Oh you know same old, same old.” I joked.
“What can I do ya for brother?” Jimmy asked.