Paul let out a long, low groan, his hand reaching over and slapping the snooze button on his alarm, he rolled off of his stomach, facing belly up and fumbling his hand around the alarm, pulling it off the nightstand that sat to the left of his bed, letting out a yawn, his sleepy half-lidded eyes looking at the time that read 6:00 A.M. "Time to get up." He muttered, swinging his legs out of bed and sitting up. Paul ran his fingers through his ruffled hair, a usual routine to make an internal decision of whether or not he could skip having to comb out his hair. To his luck he wasn't as lucky which was no surprise. Pushing himself out of bed and onto his feet, he made his way out of the room and flipped on the bathroom light, closing and locking the door. Paul stripped off his boxers and stretched out his long arms, a groan of relief broiling in his chest, his limbs having a good loose feeling after his stretch, he got the shower started and continued with his normal routine. Once he was dressed and smelled fresh of Old Spice he approached the key rack in his kitchen "Hmm.... I'm feeling.... Let's go sideways." He pondered to himself, grabbing the keys to his 240sx, his first car, and surprisingly his favorite, the other car's at his disposal were much more elite when it came to performance, but for some odd reason Paul couldn't stop driving his first. Once making his way to the garage he pressed the remote control and the car's lights flashed, the locks unlocking and allowing him to pop open the door, slipping into the seat and buckling in, he pressed the last buckle into the five point camel lock racing harness. Plugging his phone into the aux cord and tapping onto a play list, the two fourteen inch subs in the back vibrating the car with the loud bass from the song. Pushing in the clutch and turning the key the car came to life, the low hum from the exhaust followed by a full blown scream as the tires pushed smoke onto the street once thrown into first gear and headed for the garage. Paul came down the last turn completely sideways, the speakers blaring and the car screaming as the tires kicked up a cloud of thick white smoke, the turn nice and long to allow the ninety mile per our car to be sideways nice and long, once out of the bend Paul pushed in the clutch and punched into fourth, his feet and hands working at lightening speed to push the car's tires to catch traction, the next hairpin turn was usually one he didn't throw the car around on, but this time he pulled the hand brake up and dumped the clutch pushing the car around the corner completely sideways, the speedometer reading one hundred before he let out of the pedal and down shifted, the car fish tailing before he pulled into the parking lot where the large garage stood in the lot. Paul pushed open the door to the garage, seeing the 2015 Nissan GT-R he had just purchased, Paul flipped on the lights and when he looked to his right, he stopped in thought, staring at the car that was what seemed to haunt him every day when making his way into the garage. His Dad's 1970 Dodge Charger R/T. Paul hadn't touched it since the day his father passed away. It was a project his Dad had always promised to finish with him, the frame had no fenders, only doors and roof, and glass, the picture of his dad rested on the stripped dash. Paul couldn't help but let a shaky breath leave his lips before he pushed himself to make his way to the brand new car.