As I said: Chet gave me a option and …I agreed to go work for Rottweiler Comics in-house. So during that next week, I used trash bags to pack my clothes and belongings. Nobody caught onto it as they didn't really care, except when I was wanted for another chore or to be a verbal-punching bag. And so that day, the next week; I burned trash again and saw the same car pull up. I pulled my belongings from the bushes and I walked to his car. The scout got out and frowned at my bags "You had to use trash bags?" he asked with a grimace "No wonder you're leaving this dump.". I snickered some and got in the passenger side…

I was scared but also had this serene feeling feeling me that I'd have some freedom now. But I was broken out of my thoughts when Chet said: " I'll tell you everything when we're there, but basically: You're just going to make comics from a office building, and we'll be able to easily download them to our server from there--it? Also you'll be paid, but you have to take care of your own crap."… after this, there was just silence; except when Chet needed to be on his phone. ….We were both quiet people, so I was able to concentrate on what a better connections and having a demand for my comics would entail…………….