Credit Woes to Corolla Dreams

Alex walks into the Van Nuys dealership like he just won the lottery. Gold chain swinging,

sunglasses on indoors, pointing at the Hellcat like it's destiny. Barbra spots him

instantly. She's all smiles, pure hype energy, telling him he looks like Hellcat material.

Let's run your credit real quick baby. They sit down. She pulls up his score.

Record scratch. Four eighty two. The air gets thick. Barbra slides the payment sheet across

the desk. Twenty eight hundred dollars a month for ninety six months. Alex's face drops.

He's choking on air. Wait what? Barbra doesn't flinch. She jumps up like

nothing happened. Follow me king I got something better. She drags him outside to a dusty 2008