Jul 26, 2017
@sugarquillsx ---- It wasn't much, but it made things work. Jake had been working at Domino's Pizza for a while, and had been quite a consistent delivery guy; he took pride in his work, no matter what the job was. He was walking up the steps, pizza in hand. "So many stairs..." he sighed as he walked up the lengthy steps, knocking at the customer's door. The guitarist tapped at his thigh, particularly to the rhythm of "Dying Breed" by Five Finger Death Punch; juvenile, yes, but he enjoyed playing the song in question.
