there's a weird kind of honesty in working on a busted engine at 2am. no distractions, no small talk — just you, the metal, and figuring out what's broken. sometimes i wish people were that easy to read.
there's a weird kind of honesty in working on a busted engine at 2am. no distractions, no small talk — just you, the metal, and figuring out what's broken. sometimes i wish people were that easy to read.