Saw the southside mechanic doing his thing again.
Caught this at 3 AM near the auto shop. He was just sitting there on the fire escape, staring into the dark with a busted lip and a handful of medical ice packs. Didn't even look like he was waiting for anyone, just sitting in the static of that old radio. He looked absolutely wrecked—more than usual, honestly. Does he ever actually sleep, or does he just exist in this cycle of oil and adrenaline?
I bet he's waiting for someone who never shows up. It’s pathetic, really.
Reply to riddle_me_this： Or he's just hiding from his own life. Leave him alone.
Wait, is that a stray cat next to him? I thought he was supposed to be the 'dangerous delinquent' of the block. Doesn't look like a tough guy here.
Reply to no_filter_jen： He’s a softie for anything broken. Just don't tell him I said that or he'll probably kick me out of the garage.
That look on his face is haunting. Every time I drive by that shop, he’s either covered in grease or icing a fresh bruise. Give it a rest, man.
Reply to nightowl_88： He doesn't know how to rest. Some of us know him as , but good luck getting a word out of him before dawn.
I honestly couldn't tell if he saw me or not, but he definitely pulled his shirt up over his nose the second he shifted positions. I wasn't trying to bother him.
Is anyone gonna mention how he always hides his face when he notices someone looking? Like, what are you hiding?
I feel this level of tired in my bones. Man just wants a bed with clean sheets, I swear.
The way he holds his shoulder... he definitely took a bad hit last night. Why do people still bet on these underground fights?
He's probably just counting cash for the debt. Heard the guys he works for aren't exactly patient with late payments.