Non Fiction in a Fiction Way

Johnny counted the bills one by one, sliding them slowly under the neon light to make sure those were not fake dollars. As he opened the register's draw and slowly slip the money in it he thought:"another client another quarter, another day another dollar". He had owned this car shop for almost five years now and business were pretty good these days. It was monday and the week ahead looked good. The secret of any business is to keep the cash flowing in, was what his father use to tell him. Later in his life he would agree in front of a grand jury with tears in his eyes that honesty and truth were never part of those conversations. Keep the cash flowing in no matter what, that will help you solve most of the problems you could create in the process of making that money -recalled Johny about his father's advices. That particular monday he had had, early in the morning one of his well know customers. A bad alternator and some loose wires, very easy money. He closed the register's draw and thanked a client for his business, all bills were good.

Few miles down the road from there, Joe Price was speeding in his Mitsubishi Eclipse turbocharged. He was making 60mph in a 45mph zone. "Move grandpa!" he yelled through the windshield to the car in front of him. He knew he had just the time to grab something to eat, change clothes and go back to work. Early that morning when he left the house with a half-eaten bagel in his hand, he didn't know that was going to be his last meal for the next ten hours. Now, with the clock ticking the last seconds before 5PM, he was starving

Park/space for me/frozen food/paid

Automotive this is Johnny, how can I- who's this?
Joe? Excuse me b-
Oh!, Joe!? Your car what? Are you sure?